Chapter 329 Wynter Dreamt Again
He let her go and spoke softly. “Although this version of you is pleasant, obedient, and likable, I prefer you when you’re awake.”
Wynter’s eyelids felt heavy. She had never experienced such feelings before. She wondered if it was something about this man or perhaps
something about the hotel.
She wanted to wake up, but the gentle pressure he applied to her back was too comforting. The warmth from his body felt just right. She
decided to let her hand rest as she fell deeper into sleep.
Dalton watched her with lowered eyes, indulging in how she crumpled
his pajamas. In the darkness, the beads on his wrist grew increasingly vivid. Their sheen seemed to illuminate his eyes.
“Sometimes I really think about creating a cage just for you,” he
mused as he brushed his fingers through her long hair. His gaze
became deeper.
Everyone said the head of the Yarwood family was as cold as ice,
indifferent to everything. That was because no one understood him
except for himself.
Regarding affection, he only wanted her to look at him. Dalton knew
well that she was naturally carefree and difficult to tame. He needed
more patience, much more.
Ultimately, he felt that she would be disappointed. He was not a good
man.
In the presidential suite, the two of them matched perfectly on a pure white classic bed. She slept in his arms while he gently patted her
back tenderly. Little did she know, something was stirring, ready to
Chap 329 Wynter Dreamt Again
tear through the facade…
That night, Wynter dreamt again. But the dream wasn’t about her. It was about Dalton.
In her dream, her beautiful patient didn’t live past 30. He was not fond of talking, only playing chess with himself.
His personality was somewhat gloomy. An indescribable sense of discomfort arose, perhaps due to his overly pale complexion, which gave him a cold demeanor when he looked at others.
At that time, he had interactions with her. She had listened to Shane’s advice and had not married into the Yarwood family.
No, it was not right to say she listened to her father. It was because too many voices around her said that a girl from the countryside like her did not match the bright and pure Yarwood family heir.
He was wearing a black coat and standing under a pine tree, coughing incessantly. His grandfather wanted to talk to him about marriage. He did not say he would not marry her, nor did he say he
would.
He only mentioned that he would not live long and did not want to delay her, so he asked his grandfather to consult her instead.
