Chapter 320 He Gave Her A Kiss

• Wynter had no interest in the marriage. Nor did the man in her fantasies appear enthusiastic. They just let his granddad forget about it. He simply stated, "The Yarwood family values blood relations," in response to later comparisons between her and the adoptive daughter. The person to whom I am engaged is Ms. Quinnell. Not because I don't want her. She didn't decide. Stop the dull conversation. His cough had gotten rather bad by then. But he stood up for her in a group where everyone didn't like her. However, that came after his grandfather's death. Her life was in disarray. In order to inquire about his health, she wanted to see him. No one anticipated that he would be in an automobile accident.
• She questioned how someone like that could get into a vehicle accident. Wynter's eyes sprang open, and she ducked them away from the incoming light. She was briefly unable to determine whether she was still dreaming. She didn't let out a sigh of relief till she turned her face slightly and ran her fingertips over his pajamas. Her body, however, tensed up instantly. The reason for this was the too much intimacy between them. She could even smell his special medication on his breath and feel the heat radiating from his body. Wynter desired to rise, but she took another step toward him.
• In the morning, his features appeared even more prone to mislead. He had translucently pale skin. Over her waist, he put his arm. There wasn't even a sliver of room left between them. He had trapped her wrist down before she could get to her feet. Wynter gave him a glance. He had black eyes. He bent his lengthy leg at her knee and gripped her firmly, half pushing up on her. He was far more dangerous than the guy she knew. His fingers found their way under her pajamas. It was like nothing Wynter had ever known. His warm breath gave her a special tenderness as he kissed her neck.