Chapter 147 Cherished Of You

• Dalton's pulse, in contrast to his bodily state, stayed hard and constant. It wasn't the same as a patient who was running out of time. It would be difficult to accept that this attractive man valued his heart so highly. Wynter stopped and raised her head a little. Dalton pulled his hand away and stared at her, his smile remaining. Then he coughed and turned his head. His lips were almost discolored due to their extreme paleness. But even though he appeared sick and frail, he had an incredibly seductive aura about him. He said, "Madam Margaret has agreed." Do you agree?
• Dalton had turned around and moved a few feet away before Wynter could ask him any more questions. His well-fitted outfit gave him the appearance of a character straight out of a picture. Wynter followed him, supposing he was going somewhere. But then he stopped walking suddenly. Wynter, startled by the abrupt stop, knocked into his back, and her nose was filled with a familiar, earthy herbal aroma. "I have to say," Dalton said in a tone that was quite neutral and uninsinuating. "When you were younger, you had terrible taste." Wynter was perplexed. "Explain what you mean." She arched an eyebrow, wondering if their flavor was related in any way. conversation.
• Dalton gave her a quick glance before uttering the strange words, "It doesn't matter now." From now on, you can refine your taste; just watch out that you don't go backward. "What?" Wynter had to chuckle out loud. He struck her as being rather erratic. "Exactly what were you talking about with Grandma?" Dalton held out his finger, beckoning her forward with a calm, academic air. With that, Wynter leaned forward nonchalantly. Dalton casually said, "We talked about your studies and how to improve your academic performance, which will be my main focus in the future," as he ran his fingers over her hair. Wynter was pretty sure he was playing pranks on her.