Chapter 157
Chapte 157 He had fe
157 He Had Feelings for Her
Dalton didn’t like how Wynter always kept him at arm’s length, whether it was about his investment in
her
clinic or his gift to her.
It seemed like Wynter always wanted everything to be clear and transparent between them.
People often said Dalton was aloof and distant, but that was because they hadn’t seen Wynter.
While Wynter often wore a light smile and engaged impeccably with others, she always seemed to
maintain a certain distance, preventing anyone from getting too close to her.
Dalton’s pale fingertips touched the beaded bracelet on his wrist.
Although his charming face remained stoic, the warmth in his eyes gradually faded away.
Noticing his subtle emotion, Wynter smiled and decided to accept the gift. “Alright, I’ll take the
pendant.”
She looked at her new waist chain attached to the pendant, her eyes curved with satisfaction. “It suits
me
well.”
Dalton nodded in response, finally feeling less suffocated than before.
The coldness in his brows and eyes also began to melt away as he looked down at the deep purple
pendant swinging on her delicate waist, contrasting against her fair skin, creating a stunning sight.
He couldn’t help but tighten his grip on her waist..
Wynter looked at him in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Dalton released his hand from her waist, standing in the shadows. His eyes were as deep as
the ocean, his voice inexplicably hoarse, “Shall we go?”
“Let’s go.” With the pendant in hand, Wynter’s attention was focused on the purple sugilite pendant.
around her waist, completely unaware of the subtle movement in Dalton’s throat, or the restraint in his
eyes.
When the s**ual desire of a reserved individual was aroused, he would often become exceptionally s**y
and dangerous.
As Dalton followed behind Wynter, his right hand slightly lifted and touched the spot she had bitten, his
eyes growing deeper.
The red beaded bracelet on his wrist seemed to darken as if sensing his emotions.
Las
To prevent certain deeply buried emotions from surfacing, the beads emitted a faint light, as if to
securely bind his true emotions within in a deeper place….
Nonetheless, it was time for Dalton to leave.
In fact, Dalton had arranged his schedule before his return, but he made a detour before his meeting to
see a certain woman.
Max was taken aback too when his boss was willing to deviate from his plan for someone.
When Ethan joined them, Max and Dalton were finally ready to leave.
As it was getting colder outside, Ethan came with a black trench coat in his hand, intending to help
Dalton
put it on.
Dalton was particularly prone to illness during seasonal changes.
Thankfully, they now had Wynter, the genius doctor.
When Dalton put on the trench coat, he regained a sense of nobility, evoking the image of royalty.
Every movement he made exuded an icy elegance.
“I’ll come by again tomorrow,” Dalton said to Wynter.
“Okay.” Wynter waved goodbye to him while playing with the purple sugilite.
As the wind blew, the black locust flowers fell from the tree, adding a subtle sweetness to the air.
While others might have overlooked the pendant, Dalton’s bodyguard Ethan couldn’t help but be
stunned when he spotted it in Wynter’s hand.
His surprise was mixed with a hint of fear.
After all, Dalton had worn that pendant since he was a year old. It was a gift from a renowned fortune
teller to shield him from external influences.
Few were privy to this knowledge, not even some branches of the Quinnell family.
It was said that Dalton carried countless personal burdens, an unusual circumstance for someone like
him.
Back then, the fortune teller had given the Quinnells two items: the crimson beads and the purple
sugilite, each serving its own purpose.
Wouldn’t it be a problem now that Dalton had given one of them to Wynter?