the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 1172: Wanting to Cherish Her in the Palm of His Hand

Aurora Coldwell saw everyone’s eyes gathering on her; her clear eyes drooped down, ignoring Brooke Coldwell’s questioning. Whether she spoke sign language or wrote, it would only result in ridicule and schadenfreude from others.

Her stepmother and sister arranged this small banquet to undermine and test her.

Aurora remained silent, but Benedict, standing by, spoke up unhappily: "Brooke, how can you speak to your sister like that? She has a language disability. Instead of showing concern, you mock her. Is this the kind of education you’ve received all your life?"

As soon as Benedict spoke, the onlookers in the main hall were taken aback. He was openly defending Aurora. Are the Seymour Family and the Coldwell Family going to beco in-laws?

Brooke was enraged by his public reprimand, her face turning green as she scread, "Are you interested in her? Or in the 30% shares of Coldwell Corporation she holds? Benedict, let tell you, would your mother allow you to marry a mute? Stop dreaming."

This rift made both the Coldwell and Seymour families lose face. Luckily, it was a young people’s party, without elders present, but everyone could sense sothing suspicious.

Aurora saw the two of them tearing into each other, frowning slightly. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a man with a commanding presence step in from outside, speaking in a low, sexy voice, "Aurora, is there a banquet at ho?"

The man, wearing a bespoke suit, held a raccoon fur coat. At a height of six-foot-three with a handso, slightly chilling smile, he imdiately drew everyone’s attention.

The socialites present had hardly seen Griffith Squire before. Seeing such a powerful and handso man abruptly, they nearly scread.

"Oh my God, so handso."

"Perfect body proportions, a face that’s heartbreakingly handso."

"I’m chard by his smile, such a wild smile, oh my goodness."

Griffith Squire had hurried back, bringing along so trusted subordinates from the Golden Triangle, all of whom had experienced life and death, with a heavy air of cold ferocity about them. As these n stood at the hall’s entrance, the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Griffith made his way through the crowd, walked over, and grasped Aurora’s sowhat cold little hand, asking displeased, "Why is your hand so cold, hmm?"

His voice carried a faintly pampering smile. With his half-smiling peach blossom eyes narrowed, he coldly scanned the crowd. Wherever Griffith’s gaze fell, everyone felt a pang of fright, as if his eyes were like knives slicing into them bit by bit.

Held by his warm hand, Aurora’s face turned slightly red, and she involuntarily smiled, shaking her head, and said, "Why are you back?"

To quickly communicate with her, Griffith had specifically learned lip-reading, so he could basically understand her when she spoke.

"I wasn’t comfortable leaving you at ho alone," the man said with a smile, looking at the Seymour family’s wealthy young master who suddenly appeared. Without any pity, he ordered the wealthy sons and posh ladies of Brocade City, "Aurora isn’t feeling well today, the banquet is over, everyone please leave, see the guests out."

The trusted subordinates at the main hall entrance heard his words and orderly began driving people out, expressionless.

People looked at this man in disbelief, coming in just to drive people away?

"Griffith Squire, this is Brocade City, not Italy; don’t go too far," Benedict said, his face dark. The hall was filled with screams and complaints. So wealthy sons had brought bodyguards, but when their bodyguards were easily restrained by Griffith’s brutal subordinates and thrown out, everyone ran out as if they’d seen a ghost.

"If you don’t leave, shall I have soone escort Master Seymour out?" Griffith moved his joints, with a slightly bloody smile. He had overheard everything upon entering, surely this heir was interested in Aurora’s beauty, wanting to rekindle old flas while also getting his hands on her inheritance and shares, hmm? Had they asked him? Quite bold.

Benedict saw that most people had been driven out. Outnumbered and knowing Griffith’s n probably had blood on their hands, he dared not stay and stomped off angrily.

In less than a minute, the main hall returned to calm. Even Brooke and the servants she brought were driven away.

Aurora looked sideways slightly. Seeing that Griffith’s tactics this ti back in Brocade City had beco far more aggressive than the previous year, her heart beat slightly faster as she asked, "Griffith Squire, what do you plan to do?"

Griffith touched her smooth, straight black hair, curled his lips into a smile, and said lightly, "You’ll know soon enough."

The girl’s hair was smooth as silk, feeling great, her eyes moist, her face sharp. Looking at her, Griffith felt his heart soften, and the hostility in his eyes dissipated unconsciously.

Like Leah’s ragdoll cat, one would want to raise it, pamper it in their hands.

"Were you frightened just now?" Griffith unconsciously lowered his voice a bit. Seeing her expressionless face surrounded by unfamiliar n and won when he ca in fanned a raging fire in his heart. He originally returned to Brocade City to deal with these forgetful items, and they happened to catch his hand.

Aurora shook her head. For the past few years, under her stepmother’s oppression, she survived by staying away from Brocade City and was by no ans foolish or weak, but this man seed to always treat her like a parasitic plant?

The girl, who originally planned to grow stronger and turn dark, hesitated for a mont; did he like parasitic-type girls? It felt rather nice to be cherished.

Aurora blinked her misty big eyes, quietly retracted her half-blackened little claws, thinking Brocade City should listen to him.

"I’m fine, have you eaten?" Aurora, spotting so pastries to the side, quickly took two pieces with a small plate, smiling, and offered them to him, saying, "They’re delicious, I’ve tried them all."

This troubleso banquet was cooked by her stepmother, a person who loves face, hence the excellent wine and pastries. Zoe Kingston probably rushed back to discuss how to seize Aurora’s assets, having left before Griffith returned. Now, with everyone banished by him, these things naturally beca theirs.

Griffith likes spicy food, not sweets, but seeing the girl’s expectant eyes, he lowered his eyes and ate a small piece of cheesecake, nodded, and said with a smile: "Not bad."

The boss, looking at the remaining sweets, waved his big hand, asking his subordinates to take them out to be eaten.

Thus, a group of n who don’t eat sweets forced down these overly sweet little items, one bite at a ti.

Butler Zhao, busy having the servants tidy up the living room, walked up after Griffith chatted with the young lady for a while, smiling as he asked, "Mr. Squire, how long do you plan to stay this ti?"

"This ti, I’m not leaving," the man said, squinting his peach blossom eyes and speaking seductively.