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

Chapter 291 Hidden Urges

Wynter gaped at him. She had expected something more than what Dalton had already told her.

An earnest look registered on Dalton’s handsome face. “I used to feel like I was shackled to that fable, that it didn’t matter if I struggled to break free because I’d never get to decide who I want to marry.”

“But I can cure your-”

Wynter was cut off by Dalton, who chuckled and said, “But now, I’m grateful for that fable because it has bound me to you.”

For once, surprise crossed Wynter’s beautiful features when she heard Dalton’s words.

He pulled her into his embrace. She could hear the steady beating of his heart. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and it has nothing to do with who you are,” he assured her.

She craned her neck to look up at him, but he seemed unsettled as he pressed her face against his shoulder.

He nervously vouched for himself. “If it helps with your consideration, I don’t have any bad habits, and I’m a good breadwinner.”

Wynter hummed in response. The tip of her nose was buried into the warm fabric of his shirt. She could feel him breathing, and it was a little faster than usual.

She came here to reconfirm his identity in the first place, but her

confrontation had led to a different conversation, one with which she

had no experience.

As if he were coaxing her, Dalton muttered quietly, “I do believe that. biting your official boyfriend is more justifiable than biting a fake one.”

in a voice barely above a whisper. “I could consider dating you, but I don’t want to have to deal with girls who would come

none. I draw boundaries,

himself as

and raised a brow at

pretty mole at the corner of

Dalton’s fingers brushed

of them

his face. She watched him swallow and saw

made her focus on his wrist, which she thought was one of his best and

this…

thoughts were interrupted by Fabian, who had shown

was now eyeing Dalton suspiciously.

up at once and let his arm fall smoothly to his side. His fingers reached for Wynter’s hand,

after witnessing that

sure anymore.

was convinced that Dalton was a no-good punk who was leading Wynter down a path

did not show his granddaughter that he was displeased. He was smiling affably on

gaze on

well as he played with his beaded bracelet. He chided himself for being

shouldn’t put her in a position like this without first making things official. As things were, he would have to tell his family about this so that they could

he was doing something as practical as planning his and Wynter’s next step,

deep down in him was demanding to be let loose. He

dark gaze flickered to Dalton. She had to admit he had

on her.