Chapter 143 The Close Hug

• His voice carried a soft intoxication behind it, smooth as fine wine. There was a warmth to his touch that was unlike any other. From her position, Wynter was unable to see his face, but she could feel his breath on her neck, giving her a pleasant shiver down her spine. He had no tobacco odor on him because he did not smoke. But there was a subtle scent of sandalwood, maybe from his daily medications, and it was oddly seductive. His smell was shockingly pleasant, even though she was used to the smell of medications. He still had her hand in his, and his presence became more obvious the closer he got. An odd, yet somewhat familiar sensation passed over Wynter, making her heart skip a beat.
• Dalton kept hearing, "You might get it for free, but not everyone else." Dalton's normally stern demeanor has softened. "No issue," Dalton answered. In reaction to Wynter's remarks, he loosened his typically authoritative manner. "Max, please pay." Max took out his bank card as soon as he nodded. Dalton gently remarked, "Max, increase the amount," but his authority was still evident. Wynter gave him a quick glance before turning her attention back to the obedient Max. "Are the two of you friends?" she asked. Dalton revealed the whole story. "He works with me in another office."
• With a fast stance adjustment, Max introduced the group as coworkers from the branch office. Wynter appeared unfazed. Although credit cards aren't accepted yet, online payments are accepted. Simply scan this code. Max turned to look at Dalton. "How much should I pay?" he inquired. "Does the amount of money you should pay for treatment need to be discussed with your friend?" Wynter laughed. Max sent over ten thousand dollars right away. He thought that was a fair sum for medical costs. At the transaction, Wynter arched an eyebrow. You ought to have more pals who are similar to him. subsequently.