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Inside the spacious canteen, Wynter bit into her meat stew while Dalton, seated beside her, watched. Itseemed his presence was solely to deliver her meal.

Nothing else seemed to matter to him, not even the flurry of attention from the female students whogathered to watch.

He merely raised an eyebrow at them and occasionally cleared his throat, appearing distant andunapproachable.@@novelbin@@

Only Wynter could get close to him. “You’re not eating?”

“I have a business lunch later.” Dalton was unlike the surrounding students. With an air of dignifiedgrace, he stood out distinctly, his presence commanding attention.