Chapter 142 Dalton's Two Feelings

• The neighbors were chatting along with great spirits. "Did you agree to his investment?" a slightly deep voice murmured in Wynter's ear. "Yeah, I did," Wynter casually answered, not registering his inquiry. But Dalton scowled quietly. Wynter had declined his offer to invest but had accepted Mr. Hilton's. With a little giggle, he moved in closer proximity to her. Wynter's nose picked up a whiff of medicine mixed with the crisp air. It seemed as though his presence was made equally chilly by the chilly weather. "Why don't you pick me?" he inquired.
• She looked at him, and her eyes flickered with confusion. She did, however, provide a clear reason. Future initiatives from Thelkin Corporation better fit the pharmaceutical industry. In addition, the Quinnell family's economic dealings are primarily global. It's inappropriate for use in conventional medicine. The words sounded like perfect sense. Although Dalton's smile grew more intense, his eyes were aloof and chilly. He fiddled mindlessly with the beads on his wrist. "You're right," he answered. "The Quinnell household is not in harmony with conventional medicine. However, he wasn't a Quinnell, and recently, the Welkin Corporation had been aggressively looking for overseas investment. Wynter's increasing dishonesty sparked concerns. Did she regard him only as a patient, or did she feel a sense of separation from him?
• Dalton looked away, yet there was a sense of melancholy and danger about him. Although Ethan could feel Dalton was not happy, he was not exactly sure why. Max couldn't help but remark, "Wow, these cabinets are like something out of a historical drama!" as he entered the drugstore. Is this the fundamental principle of the centuries-old traditional medicine? He couldn't help but appreciate the counter's design as he studied it.