Chapter 43
43 Too Ordinary To Catch Your Eye
Dalton tilted his head and closed his eyes.
Each time Wynter lowered her head, the tips of her hair brushed against his arm,
When being massaged, senses tend to heighten. Daltor’s gaze intensified as he saw her hair parted to
one side.
The massage was only twenty minutes, but he found himself wanting to play with her long hair several
times as if he were under a spell.
“All done,” Wynter said calmly. She completed the massage with thumb pressure on acupuncture
points below the knee. “You can wear your clothes now.”
It was then that Dalton noticed he was sweating a lot. But this wasn’t the cold sweat he was used to
with his illness. His body felt warm and cozy instead.
He looked up at Wynter. His eyes were dark, gaze inscrutable. “Thank you.”
“We had limited time today. So, I just worked on stimulating your appetite.”
Wynter was sweating as well. Her face glistened with sweat, and her long hair lay damp against her
neck, making her l*ps look even redder. She seemed aloof and captivating.
Dalton felt an odd itch in his throat and adjusted the shirt he had just buttoned up.
Wynter turned to pick up a needle. Then, she placed her hand on Dalton again, seemingly pressing on
acupuncture points.
Now sitting up, Dalton could feel her breath even closer.
She inserted the needles into his neck, inch by inch. The sensation was cool and gentle, making his
heart race.
Wynter seemed to notice his pulse. “Your breath is a bit uneven. Are you feeling hot?”
“Hmm,” Dalton said softly, turning his handsome face to the right.
“How much longer?” he said in a low and husky voicé.
“Not long, just six needles. Hang in there,” Wynter replied professionally.
Dalton fixed his gaze on her face. “Dr. Genius, you seem quite familiar with this treatment,
method.”
43 Too Ordinary To Catch Your Eye
This treatment method?” Wynter raised an eyebrow.
Dalton reminded her, “You’re too close.”
“Oh, sorry.” Wynter realized her position might be a bit inappropriate.
He sat there with his shirt partly unbuttoned. His slightly pursed thin l*ps and messy black
hair added to his stunningly rugged beauty.
But his pale face was flushed by the heat of the mugwort. Wynter’s hand was on his wrist while she
leaned forward. She probably touched his leg by accident.
In the mirror, she did seem like a temptress from a dark tale, teasing a restrained and virtuous angel.
And all because this man was too handsome. No matter what she did, it seemed
suggestive.
Wynter sighed inwardly and pulled her hand back. “I’ll be more mindful.”
“It’s nothing.” Dalton adjusted his shirt. “You see so many patients. It’s normal to overlook
these details.”
Wynter nodded, her eyes clear and pure. “Indeed. Don’t worry. I’m not lusting after you. me, whether
you’re a man or a woman, it’s all the same.”
Wynter said that to make sure her patient felt comfortable.
But Dalton took it differently. He smiled, his eyes intensely dark. “So I’m just too ordinary to catch your
eye.”
Wynter was at a loss for words.
Just then, Ethan walked in and heard what Dalton said. His eyes widened in shock at their posture
before him.
The wooden bucket clattered to the floor!
Ethan stammered, “Dr. Genius, what… what are you doing to Mr. Yarwood?”
“I…” Wynter wanted to explain, but suddenly, a loud shout came from outside.
“Oh, no! Wynter! Someone’s blocking your grandma in the alley, saying she’s responsible for a patient’s
death!”