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

Chapter 1458 Thank the Montclairs

Wynter's thoughts were in a mess. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was Dalton's overpowering presence.

Wynter furrowed her brows as the dark mist surrounding her seemed to spiral out of control. Even her gaze was starting to change.

Dalton didn't continue as soon as he sensed the unbridled resentful energy within her. He reached out to cover her eyes. "It's been a while since you asked me for consultation fees."

This time, instead of guiding her toward his neck, he bit down on his finger, letting the blood flow before pressing his lips against hers.

With her sight obscured, Wynter's consciousness seemed to drift deep, and a wave of drowsiness was threatening to pull her under.

It wasn't until her phone, fallen under the seat, began ringing that she was jolted from the depths of her mind. Her vision sharpened, and in one swift motion, she grasped Dalton's wrist, reversing the hold with firm precision

The tips of her hair brushed against his face as she leaned over, her posture commanding. Her eyes, still tinged red, held a cool clarity that contrasted sharply with her earlier vulnerability.

"My phone is ringing."

His demeanor was as composed and noble as ever, and his side profile was

pushing open the car door and stepping out. She glanced at her shirt before looking at his still impeccable tailored suit. The contrast was stark, and she couldn't help but

have time to dwell on what Dalton had said earlier. Her attention shifted to the caller ID on her

raised an eyebrow and answered the call while buttoning her shirt.

through for quite some time, lose her patience.

between you and Cyrus. If you're free, why don't you come over? I'd like

might feel pressured to comply when dealing with elders, especially the relatives who liked to flaunt their authority, expecting everyone to cater to them. They often assumed the world revolved around their

with Wynter's personality knew better. She simply

rigid, and her face flushed with anger. She had never

affection. 'Wynter, I understand that you've become

cares for you even more than for Cyrus. I just want

concerned that you young folks might not handle things properly, and that money would go

waste.