Chapter 291 Hidden Urges
Wynter gaped at him. She had expected something more than what Dalton had already told her.
An earnest look registered on Dalton’s handsome face. “I used to feel like I was shackled to that fable, that it didn’t matter if I struggled to break free because I’d never get to decide who I want to marry.”
“But I can cure your-”
Wynter was cut off by Dalton, who chuckled and said, “But now, I’m grateful for that fable because it has bound me to you.”
For once, surprise crossed Wynter’s beautiful features when she heard Dalton’s words.
He pulled her into his embrace. She could hear the steady beating of his heart. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and it has nothing to do with who you are,” he assured her.
She craned her neck to look up at him, but he seemed unsettled as he pressed her face against his shoulder.
He nervously vouched for himself. “If it helps with your consideration, I don’t have any bad habits, and I’m a good breadwinner.”
Wynter hummed in response. The tip of her nose was buried into the warm fabric of his shirt. She could feel him breathing, and it was a little faster than usual.
She came here to reconfirm his identity in the first place, but her
confrontation had led to a different conversation, one with which she
had no experience.
As if he were coaxing her, Dalton muttered quietly, “I do believe that. biting your official boyfriend is more justifiable than biting a fake one.”
“I don’t like trouble,” Wynter said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I could consider dating you, but I don’t want to have to deal with girls who would come for my head.”
Dalton laughed. “I promise you there are none. I draw boundaries, and I stick to them, like any honorable husband would.”
How did he manage to go from pitching himself as boyfriend material to vowing to be an honorable husband?
Wynter looked up and raised a brow at him, the movement bringing
attention to the pretty mole at the corner of her eye.
As she did so, Dalton’s fingers brushed against her l*ps.
Both of them stiffened.
This time, Wynter could see the emotions that flickered across his face. She watched him swallow and saw his gaze darken as he surveyed her face.
For some reason, that red beaded bracelet he wore only made her focus on his wrist, which she thought was one of his best and most seductive features.
“Haha! I bet Wynter will like this… What are you both doing?”
Wynter’s thoughts were interrupted by Fabian, who had shown up
suddenly and was now eyeing Dalton suspiciously.
Dalton straightened up at once and let his arm fall smoothly to his side. His fingers reached for Wynter’s hand, and by the time he turned around to face Fabian, he was the portrait of a gentleman.
Fabian frowned. He hadn’t been worried before, but after witnessing that tension-charged scene between Dalton and Wynter, he wasn’t so
sure anymore.
He was convinced that Dalton was a no-good punk who was leading Wynter down a path of debauchery.
Naturally, Fabian did not show his granddaughter that he was displeased. He was smiling affably on the surface, but he kept a
watchful gaze on Dalton.
Dalton was smiling as well as he played with his beaded bracelet. He chided himself for being too careless.
Wynter was young, and he shouldn’t put her in a position like this without first making things official. As things were, he would have to tell his family about this so that they could make preparations.
Even as he was doing something as practical as planning his and Wynter’s next step, he still couldn’t forget how soft her l*ps felt beneath his fingers.
Something deep down in him was demanding to be let loose. He clenched his beaded bracelet and forced his urges down.
Wynter’s dark gaze flickered to Dalton. She had to admit he had quite
the effect on her.
She was never one to dwell on feelings, and falling in love was not on her to-do list. However, a certain beautiful patient of hers was making
her reconsider this.
She willed herself to look unfazed.
Right now, she had bigger things to focus on.
One, she had to figure out what her dream meant, and why only Fabian and none of her brothers had shown up in it.
Two, she knew Atwater wouldn’t have set up a betrothal for her for no
reason. She had to be missing something important.
Three, she needed to find out who had put a voodoo curse on Fanny.
Wynter hated it when voodoo was involved in manipulating someone. Such a practice had been banned, and she was perplexed to learn that someone was still doing it.
Those aside, her most important task of all was to retrieve the
sugilite charm.
Right now, all things pointed her to the one place where she would
find her answers-Kingbourne.
