the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart-Chapter 942: Griffith Squire’s Painting

Delphine walked over and saw that she was painting an oil painting, and the man in the painting was very lifelike. It was Griffith Squire, although the content was somewhat unsuitable for children.

The woman was absorbed in her painting, only realizing someone had come when Delphine approached. She quickly turned around, trying to cover the painting, but the canvas was too large to hide. She had no choice but to stand up and slightly obscure it, looking at Delphine. Both were momentarily surprised by each other’s appearance.

Just from her silhouette, Delphine could tell the woman must be stunning, and upon seeing her features, she seemed like an oriental lotus planted in a lake, exuding a classic beauty.

She had seen many beauties, especially being as close as a sister to Leah, who was known for her striking and imposing beauty. In comparison, this woman had a different kind of elegance. Thinking about how she had just painted a semi-nude of Griffith Squire and appeared here, Delphine quickly guessed her identity and smiled, "I am Delphine Carter, a friend of Griffith Squire. And you are?"

The woman snapped out of her daze, picked up a sketchbook from the table, and wrote, "I am Aurora Coldwell. Welcome to Coldwell Villa. I cannot speak, please don’t mind."

Delphine was taken aback to see such a beautiful woman unable to speak; no wonder Griffith Squire mentioned he needed to repay a kindness.

The style of this house was different from Griffith Squire’s usual taste. Men generally don’t have the mind to manage such a house—it must be her home.

Delphine smiled slightly, clasped her hands, and said, "I came here with my husband. I’ve known Griffith Squire for many years. Previously, he mentioned getting married—is it Miss Coldwell who wants to take him as her spouse?"

Aurora Coldwell’s face flushed, thinking of the half-nude painting behind her, and could only nod, writing, "We’re going to hold a banquet soon, and Miss Carter must come with your husband to celebrate."

Delphine couldn’t help but squint and smile. She was used to the scheming of ambitious people, but seeing such a purely beautiful and easily embarrassed girl made her feel completely at ease. However, for someone who had gotten along with Griffith Squire for three years and dared to marry such an unruly man, she could only give Aurora Coldwell a hundred thumbs up.

Her personality was somewhat aloof and indifferent, Leah was wildly domineering, while this girl in front of her was soft and gentle. Griffith Squire had led such a difficult life over the years. With a girl like this by his side, she could soothe the hostility accumulated in him through the years.

Who knows if this girl is aware of Griffith Squire’s true identity. Delphine smiled but didn’t say anything, guessing she probably didn’t know.

"I used to like painting too, but only learned for a year and never continued. Your painting is really good." Delphine sat down and admired, although it felt a bit inappropriate to look, the painting was excellent. It seemed to be in the final coloring stage, with half the colors filled in. The handsome yet wicked man was half-leaning on the sofa, his red robe vivid as fire, revealing sexy and sleek abdominal muscles, a coexistence of power and beauty, wickedness and tenderness. She painted an unknown side of Griffith Squire.

Delphine inexplicably blushed, involuntarily thinking of Ignatius Leclair, who seemed more like a perfect Greek god.

Griffith Squire emerged from the brutal storms, and his innate wickedness and hostility could not be concealed, whereas Ignatius Leclair, from an aristocratic background, carried more of an innate nobility and aloofness.

She preferred noble family heirs and especially enjoyed watching reserved, aloof men lose control. She might truly have been spoiled by Ignatius Leclair!