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

Chapter 1284 Resentful Energy

With that, Wynter told Dalton the story about a person who had plenty of friends in his youth but only truly liked one person.

Dalton’s tone was somewhat indifferent. “I also use the internet. Usually, when someone says ‘I have a friend,‘ they’re talking about themselves. So, what does this have to do with the Darnell family?”

Wynter realized Dalton was good at many things except imagining situations. “Just put yourself in their shoes. Imagine yourself loving someone you can’t have.”

At that moment, Dalton recalled something. On a certain mountain, Wynter had always liked delicate and fair people, so he wasn’t her type at all.

With a snap, the black feather pen in his hand broke. This made the two people standing beside him tremble even more violently.

Dalton scoffed and chuckled dryly.

Wynter didn’t understand why he suddenly gave her a cold laugh out of nowhere. “Well, I suppose you wouldn’t have experienced unrequited love before.”

put himself in Lucius‘ shoes, she explained the situation

ring on his thumb before slightly raising his gaze at the two trembling

relaxed. “Your intuition is correct. Lucius has indeed been waiting for your mother to divorce. The Yarwood family intercepted this information when he had someone investigate your

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it was you who intercepted.” Wynter understood most of the situation now. Then, she thought of something else. “Where

was pitch black, so dark that one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face. His handsome

“The

odd at the bar today,” Wynter said as she felt more and more drowsy. She knew she was tired but still wanted

deny it.

I might have

since she came to Hawford. He wondered if Wynter was affected because someone

of the line, Dalton didn’t hesitate. With a wave of his hand, a black feather fell, and he instantly vanished from where he stood, leaving the two people beside him to breathe a heavy

beside the bathtub. He supported the back of Wynter’s head with his palm, and his dark suit’s

the tear mole at the corner of her eye faintly visible. The black mist swirling behind her almost merged