Chapter 332 Wynter in Panzarath
Wynter was pensive. She needed to sort through her thoughts carefully. She wanted to clarify things before telling him.
Unfortunately, Dalton was very sensitive and good at focusing on key
points.
“Yes,” Wynter replied while meeting his gaze.
Dalton looked into her eyes and chuckled softly. “I’ll listen to whatever
you say.”
This statement made Wynter’s eyes flicker slightly. She remarked, Then be careful about the people around you.”
“Understood.” Dalton tucked her long hair behind her ear. “If you need anything from the Quinnell family, just say it. I’ve lived in Kingbourne longer than you and know more about these matters.”
Wynter didn’t beat around the bush. I indeed need you to set up a meeting with a designer.”
“Who?” Dalton asked.
Wynter handed over a business card. “A foreign designer, Carloz
Lopez.”
Dalton’s eyes deepened. “Another Lopez?”
“Do you know him? That’ll make things easier.” Wynter spoke calmly. He designed the old Quinnell family house. I think he did well, and I
want to know what inspired him.”
Chapter 332 Wynter i Fanzale
Dalton took the card and held it between his fingers, “I remember you once mentioned modernizing fortune predictions.”
“Yes, I mentioned that.” Wynter didn’t want to spar with him. “I know a bit about it. There are problems with the design he did for the Quinnell family. If you know him, don’t let him cheat you.”
Dalton’s l*ps curved slightly. “So what else is there that I don’t know
about?”
“That’s all.” Wynter leaned in closer when she suddenly realized something. “Were you a bit upset just now?”
Dalton put away the card and denied it. “No.”
“Because I mentioned the past?” Wynter guessed.
Dalton replied lightly, “You’re overthinking it.”
After he finished speaking, Dalton added, “Although your taste in the past wasn’t great, at least it’s much better now.” With that, he walked
away.
Wynter was somewhat perplexed. Everyone said that Dalton was dignified and stable, and was always composed.
She wondered why it was always so hard to figure him out when it
came to her. He had commented several times that her taste was
poor.
Wynter pondered about her past. There wasn’t much to it. She just
liked pretty things…
Wynter was good at convincing herself. But little did she know, Dalton
cared about other things. For example, why did she once call
someone from the Shepherd family “brother”? Just thinking about it gave Dalton a heartache.
From his perspective, she was only being passive to him. If it weren’t for his careful planning, one would wonder if she would’ve agreed to
be with him.
When he was young, a medium once told him that he was not suited to have obsessions. Once he developed an obsession, the outcome would be undesirable for everyone.
But sometimes, when affection took root, the more one cared, the stronger the obsession. He wanted her to belong entirely to him. He wanted her to willingly love him as much as he loved her-to see him
as irreplaceable.
Wynter had no idea what he was thinking now. She was still planning to pick up some things at Panzarath
Unexpectedly, Fabian had arranged for someone to meet her. Just as she and Wolf got out of the car, they were greeted by a man in a suit holding a string of beads.
The man was cheerful and conspicuous in the crowd because of his
outfit. He looked more like a conman than a genuine fortune teller.
“You must be Ms. Quinnell. Please, come in!”
