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Dalton’s smile deepened upon hearing Wynter’s compliment. “What
an honor,” he quipped.
For some reason, the golden-frame glasses he wore made him look
even more devilish.
This was the first time Dalton’s bodyguards had seen him being teased like this, and they couldn’t help
their amusement.
They were even more impressed with Wynter for being able to get
away with teasing Dalton. In the past, he was so aloof that even
socialites dared not approach him at dinner parties, let alone tease
him.
But Wynter did not seem to fear him and behaved as if she was
perfectly at ease in his company. In any case, she had Dalton.
wrapped around her pinky, though the bodyguards were loathe to
point this out to him.
She complimented Dalton so openly and playfully that one might
have thought that she had done this multiple times.
Wynter declared, “You’re mine, is that understood?” She did not like
sharing what she had claimed as hers.
Dalton twirled a strand of her long hair around his finger. “Yes, I’m
yours.”
“I want intel on that young lady the Quinnells sponsored,” Wynter said
as a yawn escaped her. She was clearly tired. “I still haven’t figured out what’s wrong with her scent. I
should let Wolf see her in person
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so he can determine it.”
Dalton stroked her hair. “Sleepy?”
“A little.” Wynter yawned again.
He draped a coat over her shoulders and asked, “Would you like to
return to the room?”
“Okay,” was all she mumbled as exhaustion washed over her.
She felt like she had been in this building before. Fragments of
unfamiliar memories flashed through her mind as her eyelids grew
heavy.
Dalton sensed that she was exhausted and did not bring her back to
the main building. He had someone check them into a presidential
suite instead.
Wynter lifted a brow. “Why this floor?”
“You’ll be sleeping in my room tonight,” Dalton replied, gently shoving
her through the door. His voice was pleasant as he added, “I’ll be
working in the study.”
She looked up at him inquisitively.
“What, do you not trust me or something?” he asked with a chuckle.
“No.” Wynter stretched and took off her shoes, then padded barefoot
across the carpeted floor. “I’m going to bed. Have fun working,
though.
“Also, could you call my grandmother and tell her where I’m spending the night?”
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She was tired after a long day, but she refused to get into bed without showering first. As such, she
headed into the bathroom while Dalton called Margaret as instructed.
“Yes, she’s washing up now, don’t worry. Get some rest, Madam Margaret. I’ll take you and Wolf
sightseeing tomorrow.”
On the other end, Margaret hung up and looked at Wolf.
Wolf signed, “That man’s dangerous!”
Margaret ruffled his head and laughed. “I never thought I’d hear your call another man dangerous.”
Wolf’s expression was grave. “I don’t like that man,” he signed. “But he pays well, so I don’t know what
to make of him.”
Margaret couldn’t help but laugh at this as she sprawled on the couch. Wolf simply gaped at her,
unable to comprehend why she
wouldn’t take him seriously. The same went for Wynter, who
repeatedly ignored his warnings.
Wolf was certain that Dalton could brainwash others. He couldn’t
understand why Wynter hadn’t seen the black tendrils that curled
around Dalton as they were only becoming more present.
It was as if there was something inside Dalton that couldn’t be suppressed any longer.
Wolf had no idea what it was, but it felt familiar. He also couldn’t help. feeling like he and Dalton had
met before. Either way, he didn’t like
Dalton.
He shook his head and rattled his brains for an answer, but he
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couldn’t remember anything. He let out a sigh in frustration.
That night, Wolf kept tossing and turning in bed. Safe to say, he did
not sleep well at all.
Meanwhile, over in the presidential suite, Wynter wanted to bury
herself under the covers right after her hot shower. She would have done so if Dalton hadn’t hauled her
up and proceeded to blow-dry her
damp hair.
She was so tired that she had to lean her head against him. “Are you
done?”
“Almost,” Dalton said, nearly laughing at the sight of her.
Just then, his phone screen lit up. It was time he joined the
international conference call that had been scheduled in advance.