Chapter 148 I'd Like To Bite Into You

• Max was surprised by the unusually compatible yet somewhat competitive interaction between Dalton and Wynter. Max had worked with Dalton for many years, and until Wynter, he had never seen his reserved and distant manner break. When Wynter faced Dalton, she never gave in or spoke in a gentle, beautiful voice. Rather, her gentle chuckle conveyed a sensitive charm. She even dared to make fun of Dalton's middle name. Max couldn't help but wonder if she had ever seen Dalton's expression—his blood-stained hands—cold and vicious.
• Max and the others could not help but shudder whenever Dalton interacted with people. Nobody dared approach Dalton because of his fair and sensible attitude toward rewards and punishments. Observing the traces of fatigue on Dalton's otherwise calm countenance, Wynter made the decision to not hold them for dinner. Rather, she made him some herbal soup and buns to eat at home. I seasoned the bun filling with a few medicinal herbs. You should feel more hungry after reading that, Wynter said. "I've written down the dietary precautions you need to follow," she said, returning to her doctoral tone. Ask your housekeeping workers to check and make sure the guidelines are being followed.
• Dalton grinned and said, "Okay," demonstrating his willingness to comply with the therapy. Max looked astounded and couldn't even begin to count how many shocks he had received that day. Dalton looked at Max for a moment before turning to look at Wynter. "I'd like to talk about something in private." "Separately?" After giving it some thought, Wynter said, "Follow me." She showed him where the mugwort room's quiet area was. Even though the vista was fantastic, nobody else could see it. "What would you like to discuss?" Wynter inquired informally. Dalton questioned, "How long have you been like this?" as he peered into her eyes. "Such as this?" Wynter was perplexed by his statements.