Chapter 505
The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call
Chapte: 505 Nightmare
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After all, she was different from others. She would only acknowledge the person as her father if he
treated her well.
She had seen selfish people like Shane before. Ewan was just like Shane. Would people like them truly
love anyone? No. They only loved themselves.
Wynter wouldnât go after Shane out of respect for Fabian. But every word that Shane said in her dream
filled her blood with anger.
She originally had a neutral impression of Shane. Yet, it turned out that the one who had been
manipulating Tobias all along wasnât the sick Marie, but Shane.
And everything about Naomi was just strange. Wynter had initially wanted to wait a little longer before
investigating Naomi to find out who was behind her. But now, she didnât have the patience anymore.
Since those two were so good at acting, she would let them perform at the banquet. Shane was her
biological father in name, so she couldnât do anything to him openly. But Naomi was nobody to her.
When Tobias was around, she had gone against him. At this thought, Wynter lifted her head, her eyes
now
crimson.
Seeing her like this, Dalton raised his hand and gently ruffled her hair. âLooks like Iâll need to cover the
medical bills.â
As he said that, he pressed Wynterâs face against his neck and sighed softly. âYouâre already making
things difficult for yourself at such a young age.
Wynter Was Being Intimate With Dalton
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Wynter Was Being Intimate With Dalton
Wynterâs eyes were filled with resentment, which often led her to long for something like Daltonâs neck.
She had bitten his neck before.
The black mist, along with his fortune, was always enticing to her. Well, the most critical point was that
he smelled good and was good-looking.
He had a noble destiny and merits on his side, but his personal burdens held him back. To Wynter, this
was oddly tempting.
Wynter knew it was strange, but she couldnât help but nibble on his neck. His scent helped soothe
some
of her nightmares and even cleared her mind a bit.
Upon seeing the change in his usually sickly pale face because of her nibbles, Wynter couldnât help but
smile.
She suddenly felt that instead of dressing in a black suit and white shirt, he should be wearing a blood-
red robe to truly enhance his noble appearance.
Wynter couldnât shake the feeling that this image of him seemed strangely familiar. She had
inexplicably gained additional fragmented memories of her raising a-
Wynter pondered for a moment and found the idea absurd, so she felt that it shouldnât have been her in
the memory.
At this moment, Daltonâs hand reached out, seemingly to warn her to behave. However, Wynter grew
bolder. After all, he was her fiancé. A few nibbles wouldnât hurt, especially considering how heavenly
luck was a big boost for mediums.
While Daltonâs fortune might have had more blood and tension, Wynter didnât need it to be pure since
she wasnât practicing spirituality anyway.
Assertively, she exerted force and pressed down on Daltonâs wrist. Dalton called her young earlier. But
now, the tables had turned. She had taken the lead.
Raising an eyebrow, he smiled and went along with her actions. A little blood wouldnât hurt if it could
treat her hysteria, He always knew his flesh and blood were precious, so he allowed few people to get
close to
him.
However, Wynter was different. Dalton was willing to let her approach. His fair fingers traced her hair
while a smile played on his lips.
However, the timing and location were not quite right. They were in the car and almost reaching their
destination. While Dalton pondered this, the car suddenly stopped.
The SUVâs advantage was that the front row couldnât see.the back row. Even without that, the driver
was sensible. If Dalton didnât speak up, he wouldnât eavesdrop or peek.
However, Leo, who was inside the copper coin, was startled. He wondered what was going on. Wynter
was being intimate with that man, who obviously could see him. It wasnât what he had expected.