Chapter 154 May I Take a Bite of You
Astonished by the somewhatpetitive yet unexpectedlypatible dynamic between Dalton and
Wynter, Max was left speechless.
Having worked alongside Dalton for many years, Max had never seen his aloof and restrained
demeanor falter for anyone until Wynter came along.
Wynter never backed down or spoke in sweet, soft tones when facing Dalton. Instead, she exhibited a
delicate charm with her light chuckle.
She even had the nerve to tease Dalton about his middle name.
Max couldn’t help but wonder if she had ever witnessed Dalton’s cold and ruthless expression, hands
covered in blood.
Every time Dalton dealt with people, Max and the others couldn’t help but tremble.
Despite Dalton’s fair and rational approach to rewards and punishments, no one dared to get close to
him.
Noticing the signs of exhaustion on Dalton’s usuallyposed face, Wynter decided not to keep them
for
dinner.
Instead, she prepared some buns and herbal soup for him to eat at home.
I’ve added some medicinal herbs to the bun filling as seasoning. It should stimte your appetite,”
Wynter said.
She then started to sound like a doctor again, “I’ve written down the dietary precautions you need to
follow. Have your household staff take a look and ensure the instructions are followed.”
“Alright,” Dalton replied with a smile, indicating his cooperation with the treatment.
With a dumbfounded expression, Max lost count of the number of shocks he experienced that day.
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Dalton nced at Max, then shifted his gaze to Wynter. “There’s something I’d like to discuss privately.”
“Privately?” Wynter thought for a moment and said, “Follow me.”
She led him to a secluded corner in the mugwort room. While the view was excellent, it remained
hidden from others‘ sight.
“What do you want to talk about?” Wynter asked casually.
Dalton looked into her eyes and asked, “How long have you been like this?*
“Like this?” Wynter was puzzled, by his words.
Dalton gently pressed her wrist and turned it over, leaning closer to her in the narrow space.
He asked in a gentle tone, “How long have you been struggling to control your strength, inadvertently
causing harm to others? Or perhaps, I should say, unable to contain the turmoil within your heart?”
“What’s this? Have you studied psychology before? Wynter allowed him to continue holding her wrist.
Even though she was pressed against the wall, she showed no signs of anxiety, only a beautiful yet.
meaningful smile. “Are you trying to treat me?”
Dalton’s fingertips grazed her wrist, his voice slightly heavy. “In the future, if anyone crosses your line,
you can just tell me I’ll take care of them for you.”
“We’ll see.” Whenever Dalton gazed at her like that, Wynter felt an inexplicable annoyance
It was as if the closer he got, the more irritated she became.
It had been a long time since Wynter had felt this way – a feeling like a steak had suddenly appeared
and chased after her, urging her to eat it, when she could really eat a whole cow
Wynter took a quick nce at Dalton’s face, reminding herself that he was different from anyone she
had
encountered so far.
He was way out of her league, not suitable to be kept around,
“Stop being irritated. Stay calm as much as possible, okay?” Though tinged with a hint of helplessness,
Dalton’s voice sounded even more pleasant than usual, as if he were coaxing a rebellious child.
“If you ever need anything, just give me a call. You shouldn’t resort to violence given your intermittent
explosive disorder.”
No one could ever imagine that Mr. Yarwood, the dominant figure in the entire business industry, would
speak in such a tone.
The gentle coaxing from someone as cold and aloof as Dalton often conveyed an indescribable sense
of implied desire.
Wynter looked at him, feeling an impulse swirling within her.
The paranoia caused by her impulse control disorder was rushing in her blood, leaving her almost out
of
control.
“I think I’ll take something else as payment for today’s medication.”
Wynter spoke in her usual nonchnt tone, tinged with a hint of restraint.