Chapter 22 Quit Drinking? Why Not Quit Lust Instead?

"What kind of fine wine has caught Mr. Leclair's fancy?" Jocelyn Yeager asked with a smiling ease to lighten the mood.

Delphine opened the wine box and took out the bottle. Ignatius Leclair tossed the wooden beads in his hand aside and cursed, "Wrong bottle, you idiot."

The turmoil of the night had piled up, and Delphine felt stifled with frustration. Upon hearing this, she responded coolly, "It's not much worse. It's from your own collection. Just make do with it."

The room fell into an oppressive silence.

South China—was there really anyone who dared to ask Mr. Leclair to settle for less?

Presumptuous arrogance! Ignatius was taken aback by her defiance, and suddenly those four words popped into his mind. Seeing her delicate face laced with fatigue, her vulnerability shining through her pale features, he found her inexplicably captivating, and his momentary anger dissipated without reason.