the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 253: Passing By, Bringing You Some Warm Clothes

Snow flies in the north, while the south basks in sunshine.

The South Seas’ top debutante contest stirred excitent. With Leah keeping a low profile and Bessie Leclair far away in Switzerland, lody Cloud stole the spotlight, claiming the crown and becoming the epito of beauty and talent among debutantes.

When the topic of the top debutante was making waves, Delphine Studio released stills from the production. The backdrop of the stills was a cloistered pavilion in the spring. A group of young, beautiful girls admired the fish by the lakeside. In the distance, a mural carved with blooming flowers and playful koi stood. Among the vibrant youths was a girl in a smoke-blue top and an autumn-yellow skirt. Her lotus-like features, skyward bun, autumn-like eyes exuded a leisurely deanor, as if strolling among floating clouds in the heavens while lazily feeding the koi.

The mont the stills were released, fans went wild.

"Mom, I’ve fallen in love again."

"I want to marry this young lady."

"The stills are dripping with a strong aroma of love—this drama is bound to pamper us to the max!"

After months of silence, as soon as the latest rising star Delphine showed signs of activity, she instantly rocketed to the trending lists. The loyalty and rationality of her fans were nothing short of astonishing.

A magazine once ranked recently popular actresses, placing Delphine at the very top. Their analysis concluded that her appeal lay in being low-profile, stunningly beautiful, and speaking through her work. With no scandals in sight, she occasionally disappeared from the public eye. Her fans didn’t have to worry about the collapse of her image. Everyone followed her with a care-free attitude—her looks and talent ensnared young beauty enthusiasts and casual viewers alike.

She truly rode the wave of this laid-back fandom culture; not becoming famous would’ve been inconceivable.

Yet, in a sea of millions, she’d always stand alone.

Delphine was imrsed in filming, oblivious to the feverish news surrounding the South Seas and trending topics on social dia. This new drama, "A Snowy Pear Blossom Pressing Against Crabapple," was a sweet and delightful story. It didn’t have the dark struggles of "Twin Flowers" nor the solemn historical weight of "mories of Clear River."

This flamboyant character allowed Delphine to fulfill long-held dreams.

No humble beginnings, no three years fostered in the Leclair Mansion, no scandals, and no years of wandering leaving her isolated and overly cautious. She could love whoever she chose, rewrite her family’s destiny. After just half a month of filming, Delphine’s deanor had beco noticeably more cheerful and carefree.

Kyla Zamora noticed this change, her eyes brimming with joyful tears. Her efforts in burying sordid rumors from the South Seas and ordering Jason to remain silent had not been in vain.

After filming in the movie city for half a month, temperatures suddenly plumted, plunging the city abruptly into deep winter.

One day, the crew wrapped up filming early. As Delphine finished changing and stepped out, a staff mber quietly nudged her and asked, "Delphine, is soone here to see you? I noticed him staring at you for quite a while."

Looking up, across the cloistered pavilion amidst bustling workers carrying equipnt, Jocelyn Yeager stood within the lakeside pavilion. Who knows how long he’d been standing in the biting wind, wearing only a lake-blue coat? His handso, gentle face was slightly pale from the cold. When their eyes t, he smiled from afar, his gaze full of joy.

Seeing the crew was wrapping up, Delphine walked over with a smile and asked, "What brings you here?"

"I’m here for a business trip. Heard you were filming nearby, so I ca to check on you and bring you so warm clothing." Jocelyn Yeager’s delight and tenderness overflowed as he spoke, his tone warr than usual.

Delphine watched as he unpacked the items—fluffy scarves, gloves, earmuffs, and a hat—all made from snowy fox fur, exquisitely beautiful.

"I don’t like animal fur. A few years ago in the Czech Republic, I even joined an anti-cruelty protest," Delphine murmured, her eyes flickering slightly.