The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )
Chapter 1392

Chapter 1392 Lose Your Rationality

But leaving was almost impossible now.

Wynter's movements were quick, though not awkward. Through the translucent folding screen, her laughter drifted out. It sounded somewhat different from her usual self. "Such a pity."

Upon hearing this, Dalton's hand, which had been gently arranging her hair, paused. His voice remained as melodious as ever. "I could have them leave."

"Unfortunately, one of them is my cousin." Wynter glanced at Dalton.

The elegant curve of his collarbone was striking. It was no wonder he was once described as a rare, elusive flower, with many socialites eager for just a glimpse of his smile.

Wynter had always given little thought to matters of an intimate nature. Countless times she had administered acupuncture treatments with a clear mind and no ulterior motives.

However, things seemed different now. It was hard to pinpoint why, but she felt the need to seriously reconsider things. The strikingly handsome Dalton seemed to have a way of making it difficult for her to maintain her usual rationality.

Dalton withdrew his hand, his gaze lowering. "I should meet your cousin. I heard that the Whitmans like to put those involved in marriage alliances through a bit of a test."

"Hmm?" Wynter hadn't really considered that. Dalton didn't seem like someone who cared about such matters, either.

Indeed, Dalton had once been indifferent to such matters. However, considering his past decision to call off the engagement, things had changed.

Had it not been for that foolish decision, Wynter would've already been part of the Yarwood family, and he wouldn't need to worry about her having any second thoughts. After all, the current era was quite favorable since marriage was bound by legality.

Dalton was a man who could control everything. Well, except for the few troublesome brothers-in-law who seemed to always replace fault with him.

It was quite remarkable that Wynter was able to tell what Dalton was thinking from his silence. As she fastened the buttons of Dalton's white shirt, she flashed a playful smile. "My cousin isn't very brave. Don't scare him."

"Understood." His fingertips brushed over the marks she had left, which now stood out as dark smudges.

Wynter's fingers paused when she realized for the first time how much pressure she had applied. The marks were now clearly visible, likely due to his fair complexion. She didn't intend for it to be so noticeable.

Before she could react further, Dalton had already guided her into the lounge. "Go wash your face. We can continue discussing things later."

Shermaine and Cyrus, who were still standing by the door, could only catch glimpses of shadows but heard nothing of the conversation within.

Wynter was previously unaware that a folding screen could be used in such a way.

Dalton emerged from the folding screen first. His imposing height and presence made it impossible for him to blend into the background. He simply lifted his eyelids and cast a glance at Cyrus. "Cyrus?"

Cyrus felt an inexplicable weight on his shoulders, threatening to crush him. He had encountered many

people from the aristocratic circle, even those of similar stature to Noah. But few, if any, had a presence like Dalton's.

It was hard to describe. Dalton exuded a presence that was both righteous and sinister. His face was the epitome of a heartthrob.

His mere presence made people gravitate toward him. Yet, his overly charming, pale face and his intense gaze would make one hesitate to approach.

Cyrus almost wanted to ask if he had ever taken a life.

Without the bracelet on Dalton's wrist, few could look directly at him without feeling overwhelmed. Shermaine had no idea what Cyrus felt, but all she wanted was to leave the room as quickly as possible.

Her shock was comparable to the devastation of an entire clan's annihilation. How could Dalton possibly be moved by emotions?

Shermaine had seen countless people fall for him. Even when disregarding Dalton's status, he had always been a source of unease for others. That was because he seemed to care about nothing. But now...