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

Chapter 1388

Chapter 1388

Chapter 1388 The Dalton in Her Dream

The atmosphere inside the room was completely different from the outside.

Wynter was not entirely unaware of Sharmaine’s odd behavior. After all, she was too beautiful. It was as if she possessed some kind of enchantment spell.

The familiar energy Sharmaine exuded felt like something Wynter had encountered before, but she couldn’t quite recall where.

Sharmaine had quickly withdrawn any hostility and was remarkably gentle, while Wynter wasn’t one to stir up trouble without reason.

Additionally, with Dalton massaging her neck so comfortably, it made her head feel a bit foggy. It was as if her blood flow was slowing down, causing her to feel irresistibly sleepy.

Dora, Carol, and Leo, who were hiding in the lucky coin, didn’t dare show themselves. Or perhaps, they weren’t even around. With their recent arrival in Hawford, they had been more subdued. It seemed almost like something here was affecting them.

This was something Wynter wanted to investigate. After all, the Winston family seemed to have vanished. after arriving in Hawford as well.

whereabouts. Aside from their initial contact with the Wray family, no one

Wynter feel that something was off. However, she couldn’t afford to divert her attention. There were too many complicated

why Wynter came to find Dalton today. However,

was proving to be inefficient. His every movement and breath constantly

Wynter was still partially rational. She turned to the side to avoid, his fair, slender fingers, hoping

not that important,” Dalton lowered his gaze to Wynter who was in his

had enveloped her almost completely from behind. One of his hands rested

deep and inscrutable, but they held an intense possessiveness that made it seem like he was almost breaking free from the scarlet rosary bracelets

of a passage she once read. “The more restrained a person was in everyday life. the more overwhelming they would become

couldn’t help but recall the dream she previously had that seemingly appeared out of

in a suit and was always polite and gentlemanly. It seemed as though nothing could disturb his calm

He was just like a tempting poison, He never allowed her a chance to retreat, ensuring

felt a subtle movement in her fingers. It was almost as if her wrists were still bound with silk and the sound of the enchanting bell was still

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and ethereal demeanor. His flawless and handsome