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

Chapter 930 Apologles

Dalton, having mostly recovered, possessed the ability to see spirits that ordinary people couldn’t, even those trapped in this world.

Standing at the door, he cut an impressive figure in his impeccable suit. Unlike the rest of the place, he exuded a calm and scholarly air, unaffected by anything.

Wynter was greeted by this sight as she exited the room. She raised an eyebrow.

Before she could move closer, Dalton turned to her, as if he had been waiting for her. His eyes were

strikingly beautiful, and his deep, resonant voice was soothing to hear. “Is everything taken care of?”

For a moment, Wynter felt a wave of familiarity, as if she had witnessed a similar scene before.

It wasn’t here but in a mist–shrouded palace. In that vision, he stood bathed in light. He was dressed in a

deep crimson robe and was smiling as he turned to her.

Wynter shook her head, trying to dispel the image as it blurred the lines between imagination and reality.

Before she could fully shake it off, Dalton gently placed his hand on her head. Looking down at her, he

raised an eyebrow. His expression seemingly asked if she had a headache.

out, “Did we

her eyes and smiled. “When we

were a

momentarily confused. “A

were just a few

elegance. As if recounting a story, he

my thumb. You drooled all

forgotten.”

could she remember that?

Dalton gently ruffled her hair.

like

even shrouded herself in a dark mist. She had

her imagination, but Wynter felt much

by her side.

Wynter looked up. “Let’s

wrote letters, and

“Chapter 650 Apoloniek

he heard the bustling noise

he clenched his fists, ready to break the Epoch

his surprise, what he heard from the living

it from the supermarket. Everyone chipped in, though it’s just some fruit.