Chapter 213 Can You Bring My Girlfriend Back To Me Already?

• Wynter arched a languid eyebrow. Dalton's arrival was too obvious. In addition to being handsome, his behavior was too personal. Wide-eyed, the youngsters in the cafeteria watched. The nearest, Abel, was so startled that he almost dropped his spoon off the table. Dalton appeared oblivious to him. He leaned back a little in his suit, tucked Wynter's long hair behind her ears, and laughed quietly again. Would you be able to get your classmate to move his seat? I brought you some food. He isn't a classmate of mine. I'm Abel Lopez. I am friends with him. Wynter set her spoon down and held her palm up to her chin.
• She questioned, "Why didn't you tell me you came back?" as she looked at him. A companion? Dalton grinned a little. He grinned elegantly and used one hand to loosen his collar. I just stepped off the aircraft. I was too busy to inform you. His eyes fell on Abel as he spoke. "Kid, is it possible for you to give me back my girlfriend yet?" Dalton spoke in a composed and apparently courteous manner. But there was a great feeling of intimidation in his eyes. His eyes glowed with a terrible blackness, radiating the type of nobility that would not accept any disrespect, especially when he looked down at Abel in that way.
• Inexplicably intimidated, Abel gasped. "Take a seat. Have a seat, please! What a frightening dude! Abel glanced at Dalton's wrist before heading out. He saw pearls around Dalton's immaculate skin there. Who would don bracelets with beads, particularly in a color this ominous? Wondering why Abel was so shy, Wynter arched her eyebrow. Dalton was kind and quite attractive. The only thing that bothered her was the way he spoke to her. Wynter muttered, "Don't mention that in public the next time." Dalton's fingers hesitated for a moment. He said, "We'll see," in a calm tone. Those subtleties have already become irrelevant to the other students. Dalton was just too great when he said, "Can you return my girlfriend to me yet?"