the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 47 A chilly aura emanated from the man

In the afternoon, Mrs. Li briefly introduced the layout to her, ntioning that it was circular, with an open-air courtyard in the center.

Delphine followed the corridor and soon realized that the mansion was unusually vast. Ignatius Leclair seed to have transford it into his personal art gallery. She searched several storage rooms until she finally discovered the wine room.

Delphine stood in front of rows of shelves, casually selecting a bottle before retracing her steps. She walked slowly, taking her ti to explore, and even stumbled upon an art studio along the way.

By the ti she returned, Ignatius Leclair had already finished his al. The man stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing at the night view outside. He didn’t turn around but simply gestured for her to co closer.

Delphine walked over and handed the bottle of red wine to him.

Ignatius lowered his gaze to examine the wine she had chosen. Seeing that it was a Burgundy red wine, he smiled faintly. Of all his wine collection, this was the one he cherished the most. He had even purchased a vineyard in northern France to acquire it.

However, the production volu of this wine was extrely limited, and wine collectors rarely sought to add it to their collections. Experts in the field all knew that the local vineyards were naturally narrow, and the sunlight, climate, and variations in soil moisture significantly impacted the quality of the wine.

Without uncorking the bottle, it was impossible to judge the quality of the wine.

Few people, like Ignatius, would go as far as directly buying the vineyard and winery. He enjoyed experiencing the process of winemaking firsthand.

Ignatius picked up a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine. Seeing Delphine standing quietly by his side, he curled his lips slightly and said, "Go pick a screenplay."

Delphine froze for a mont, following his deep gaze to notice the stack of docunts he had brought back.

Delphine walked over and flipped through them, her eyes suddenly lighting up. From the stack of screenplays, she carefully chose one and began reading attentively. Her curled eyelashes cast tiny fan-shaped shadows under the light, accentuating her jade-like complexion.

Ignatius let his gaze drift downward from her petal-like lips, skimming over her delicate collarbone and stopping at the neckline of her outfit, his eyes darkened with intensity.

Ignatius poured a glass of red wine and handed it to her.

Delphine didn’t even lift her head, accepting the glass while her thoughts remained deeply imrsed in the screenplay. The story gripped her, sending jolts through her heart. Although she had just entered the entertainnt sector, this screenplay’s plot was astonishing. Dostic films had yet to tackle such thes, and she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of reaction it might spark if the film were made.

After finishing the screenplay, Delphine closed it and exhaled deeply before lifting her gaze, only to et Ignatius Leclair’s ocean-deep eyes.

Ignatius’s pupils had a depth unusual for most people. On several occasions, Delphine had glimpsed faint flecks of jade-green within them, though she often thought it might just be her eyes playing tricks.

"Your eyes..." she began, but stopped mid-sentence.

Ignatius narrowed his eyes, holding his wine glass in one hand, swirling it, and taking a sip before speaking in a low, detached tone. "My maternal grandmother was a quarter British."

By the ti it was passed down to his generation, the foreign ancestry had significantly diluted, yet his facial features remained more chiseled than typical Easterners, and his pupils retained a touch of exotic color.

Delphine was rendered speechless.

"How did you find the screenplay?" Ignatius’s gaze shifted to the script in her hands, and he asked lightly.

Delphine clutched the screenplay tightly and nodded. "It’s excellent."

A faint curve ford at the corner of Ignatius’s lips. The man’s tall figure leaned slightly forward as he placed the glass of wine on the small coffee table in front of the sofa.

As he leaned closer, a shadow seed to descend over Delphine’s head. Instinctively, her back straightened, and she discreetly shifted backward, only for the man’s cool and imposing presence to close in upon her the next second.