The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )
Chapter 1388

Chapter 1388 The Dalton in Her Dream

The atmosphere inside the room was completely different from the outside.

Wynter was not entirely unaware of Sharmaine’s odd behavior. After all, she was too beautiful. It was as if she possessed some kind of enchantment spell.

The familiar energy Sharmaine exuded felt like something Wynter had encountered before, but she couldn’t quite recall where.

Sharmaine had quickly withdrawn any hostility and was remarkably gentle, while Wynter wasn’t one to stir up trouble without reason.

Additionally, with Dalton massaging her neck so comfortably, it made her head feel a bit foggy. It was as if her blood flow was slowing down, causing her to feel irresistibly sleepy.

Dora, Carol, and Leo, who were hiding in the lucky coin, didn’t dare show themselves. Or perhaps, they weren’t even around. With their recent arrival in Hawford, they had been more subdued. It seemed almost like something here was affecting them.

This was something Wynter wanted to investigate. After all, the Winston family seemed to have vanished. after arriving in Hawford as well.

Even the Special Unit couldn’t track their whereabouts. Aside from their initial contact with the Wray family, no one knew where they had gone afterward.

This made Wynter feel that something was off. However, she couldn’t afford to divert her attention. There were too many complicated issues in Hawford that she needed to deal with.

This was precisely why Wynter came to replace Dalton today. However, leaning against him while

researching was proving to be inefficient. His every movement and breath constantly reminded her of his presence.

“Don’t you still need to discuss work?” Wynter was still partially rational. She turned to the side to avoid, his fair, slender fingers, hoping to minimize his impact on her.

“It’s not that important,” Dalton lowered his gaze to Wynter who was in his embrace.

His posture didn’t change, and he seemed like a gentleman. But in reality, he had enveloped her almost completely from behind. One of his hands rested casually on the couch, while the other massaged her neck.

His eyes were deep and inscrutable, but they held an intense possessiveness that made it seem like he was almost breaking free from the scarlet rosary bracelets that were constraining him.

This reminded Wynter of a passage she once read. “The more restrained a person was in everyday life. the more overwhelming they would become when stirred by emotion.”

Wynter couldn’t help but recall the dream she previously had that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

In her everyday interaction with Dalton, he was emotionally stable. He would be impeccably dressed in a suit and was always polite and gentlemanly. It seemed as though nothing could disturb his calm demeanor.

Yet, in her dreams, he was dangerous and seductive. He was just like a tempting poison, He never allowed her a chance to retreat, ensuring her world revolved solely around him.

Wynter felt a subtle movement in her fingers. It was almost as if her wrists were still bound with silk and the sound of the enchanting bell was still ringing in her ears.

Chapter 1388 The Dalton in Her Dream

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Dalton maintained his refined and ethereal demeanor. His flawless and handsome face held a hint of confusion. “What’s wrong?”

His deep, sensual voice brushed past her ear. Wynter instinctively tried to stand up, but Dalton was quicker. He gripped her waist.

The warmth through his suit and trousers was palpable, and she could distinctly feel his heartbeat. It was just as when he had held her from behind, forcing her to admit that she did love this side of him.

Wynter didn’t know her dreams were capable of holding such great influence over her. She remembered the details so vividly.

Wynter wanted to calm down first.

“Where are you going?” Dalton raised an eyebrow.

“Just getting water.” Wynter felt an inexplicable sense of heat. It felt like her body knew her better than herself.

Dalton was already strikingly handsome. His deep black eyes were fixed on her. He had pronounced brow bones and an intensely dark gaze. When his eyes met hers, it was hard not to be drawn in.

Wynter’s heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason. At that moment, she couldn’t quite distinguish whether the man before her was the one from reality or her dreams.