The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )
CHAPTER 1155

Chapter 1155 The Entanglement Between Two People 

There was also a partition in the wooden box. Now that it was the 21st century, Wynter knew it was impractical to carry a skeleton around without attracting 

suspicion. 

Atwater’s way of doing things sometimes really resembled those cultivators from Mt. Dragon. 

As soon as Wynter’s fingers touched the dagger, she immediately felt a surge of heat from her blood. It was as if the weapon was meant to be in her hand. The tassel on the curved dagger was exquisitely made. 

She had recalled some memories from her past life the last time she entered the formation and got the Soul Commanding Badge. Wasn’t she a cultivator in her previous life? Since when did cultivators use daggers? 

Wynter had seen cultivators use swords. At least, that was what they showed on TV, something related to flying sword techniques. She wondered if using a dagger 

meant she belonged to a small sect. 

Wynter ran her fingers along the dagger’s hilt. She liked it at first glance. By the 

second glance, she was already quite attached to it. 

Atwater wouldn’t have left her a dagger without a reason. Given her experiences in formations, the dagger must have a connection to her, 

“Do you like it?” Dalton’s voice came from beside her. His voice was unhurried and 

slightly deep. 

Wynter smiled. “It feels nice, but it’s inconvenient to carry around. It’ll get 

confiscated, whether on a high–speed train or a plane.” 

Upon hearing this, Dalton lowered the side of his face that rested on his hand, as if 

he was smiling. Wynter didn’t understand what was funny about her concern. 

Dalton grasped Wynter’s hand. His eyes were like pools of dark ink, arced into a hint 

of a smile. “It lacks a scabbard.” 

Wynter agreed. “Indeed. A proper scabbard for such a unique dagger is hard to replace.” 

Chapter 1185 The Entanglement Between Two People 

“I have one. I got it when I was in Oakdol.” Dalton pretended to measure the dagger and got very close to Wynter. “It’s a perfect fit.” 

Wynter raised an eyebrow. This was too coincidental. 

Dalton looked into Wynter’s eyes and laughed softly, with a slight cough. “Don’t overthink it. It really is a coincidence. I bought it because I liked the patterns on the 

scabbard.” 

Dalton wasn’t lying when he said that. At that time, he hadn’t remembered anything yet. He simply bought it because he liked the scabbard when it was sold. 

Later, whenever he saw the scabbard, he would always play with it in his hands. After all, it was something that took his life. He had painstakingly carved the patterns bit 

by bit on the scabbard himself. 

It seemed that Wynter had forgotten how many boy toys she used to have. 

Dalton rubbed her wrist with his thumb and spoke softly, “I’ll have it sent over before you leave.” 

Was he saying she should bring this to Hawford? As much as Wynter liked the 

dagger, she didn’t want to carry a skeleton everywhere she went. 

Dalton seemed to read Wynter’s thoughts and chuckled softly. “Where else would 

you put it?” 

Dalton had a point. Where else was Wynter going to put the dagger? The item in the 

box would easily be coveted by others. It was safer if she held onto it. 

“Alright, have the scabbard sent over.” Wynter’s hand tightened around Dalton’s. Her 

tear mole added to her allure. “Consider it as payment for your medication.” 

Dalton looked up, his gaze landed on Wynter’s moist lips. “There’s no need for such 

formality between us, my stingy fiancée.” 

“Then should I consider it a wedding gift?” Wynter laughed lightly. Her slender waist 

bent slightly, exuding an unrestrained charm. 

When they were together, it was hard to tell who was teasing whom by their 

demeanor. 

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Dalton’s composure was unwavering, as if nothing could sway him. Even when his gaze darkened, tinged with an unfamiliar desire, he remained aloof and untainted, 

exuding an air of noble grace. 

Dalton’s hand rested on Wynter’s waist before he spoke again, his voice lowered much more, “Yes. Consider it a wedding gift.” 

The crow was most familiar with this scene. Long ago, he had seen it often when he was on the mountain. 

Was Dalton repeating his mistakes? Or was it because being with Wynter could help him replace all his remnants?