the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 841: Reading to You
Ignatius Leclair gave her a deep, foxlike glance, noticing her small face almost completely hidden by the pillow, enjoying herself like a sly little fox. He couldn’t help but curl his lips, and with an unchanged expression, he picked out a book and began to read in a deep, sexy voice:
The town had a new family move in, it was a young widow, with a lotus-like face and willow leaf eyebrows. As she walked, she swayed like a slender willow, instantly attracting the attention of all the men on the street.
Next door to the widow lived a blacksmith, a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old man, whose parents had passed and had yet to marry. He spent his days forging iron, with a tall and fierce physique, his arms rippling with muscles that made girls from ten miles away blush at the sight.
One day the young widow went to the blacksmith’s to have a stove made. She only heard the blacksmith say, "Young lady, there are ready-made iron stoves in the backyard, come with me to fetch one."
The young widow, suspecting nothing, followed the blacksmith to the backyard, whereupon the blacksmith closed the door, seized the young widow and arrogantly and dominantly declared, "I’ll get you the iron stove right now."
The young widow blushed deeply.
Listening to the story, Delphine felt something was wrong. The pillow in her arms was suddenly gone, taken away by the man, and she opened her eyes to meet his deep, ink-like gaze, in those foxlike eyes was an undisguised fervor.
"Pick another one, this one doesn’t sound good." Her voice trembled slightly, her throat felt dry, her limbs weak, filled with a sense of foreboding.
"Didn’t Madame seem engrossed? Don’t like this one?" The handsome man’s voice was exceptionally low as he picked her up.
"No, you misunderstood, no more stories, I want tea, fruit tea, go make tea." She frantically reached out to push him away.
"I’ll make tea for you right away." The man carried her straight to the second floor, then kicked the door shut with his foot, and as for making tea, that was a matter for much, much later.
"Want to listen more? The young widow and the blacksmith went into the inner room, haven’t read that yet." The man looked at her flushed little face, a thin layer of sweat on her body, and asked in a low voice.
"No, don’t listen anymore." Even now, she felt a ringing in her ears, her legs cramped, it had been no easy task to survive, Delphine’s voice trembled slightly, her whole body devoid of strength, she just wanted to bury herself in the blankets and pass out.
She had never known he had so many tricks, nor could she face her subsequent joy.
This man was terrifying.
"Do you really not want it?" The man asked hoarsely by her ear.
Delphine chose to ignore him, her heart trembling slightly, these years of calm and restraint, truly the body is honest.
"Go make tea already, I said no more stories." Delphine said in a flustered and exasperated manner, but her beauty made the man think she was being coy.
Ignatius Leclair looked at her intently for a moment, then got up to make tea.
Delphine finally got her tea half an hour later, holding the teacup and sitting in the well-ventilated living room, not wanting to move at all.
Ignatius Leclair saw her squinting, enjoying the aroma of the tea, and smiled slightly.
He was reminded of the little fawn he raised in his youth, always petting it, feeding it, living with it; eventually, the little fawn could never leave him. Taming beasts and taming people, it’s all the same principle.
Delphine was his little fawn, he wanted her to get used to his cooking, his tea, everything about him, and henceforth she would never be able to leave him.
