The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 154 May I Take a Bite of You

Astonished by the somewhat competitive yet unexpectedly compatible 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 usually composed face, Wynter decided not to keep them for

dinner.

Instead, she prepared some buns and herbal soup for him to eat at home.

added some medicinal herbs to the bun filling as seasoning.

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

replied with a smile, indicating his cooperation with

a dumbfounded expression, Max lost count of the number of

like to discuss privately.” “Privately?” Wynter thought for a moment and

led him to a secluded corner in the mugwort room. While the view was excellent, it remained hidden

want to talk about?” Wynter asked

into her eyes and asked, “How long have you been

was

gently pressed her wrist and turned it over, leaning closer to her in the

strength, inadvertently causing harm to others? Or

Have you studied psychology before? Wynter allowed him to continue

she showed no signs of anxiety, only a beautiful yet.

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

gazed at her like that, Wynter felt an

was as if the closer he got, the

since Wynter had felt this way – a feeling like a steak had suddenly appeared and chased after her, urging her to

quick glance at Dalton’s face, reminding herself that he was different

encountered so far.