The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1139

"He used a special method to extend his lifespan." Wynter glanced at Dalton and bruised away imaginary dust from his clothes. "Now it's backfiring.

"He wants to switch bodies again, and he even wants to use your fortune. Ha, as if he deserves it."

Her voice was low, almost making it seem like a whispered conversation between them.

Their posture was quite intimate. He, with his aloof nobility, and she, with her enchanting beauty, complemented each other well.

After hearing her words, Dalton smiled faintly and said in a pleasant voice, "Don't worry. I'll keep my fortune for you to use."

Wynter didn't want to be swayed by his charm. Yet, he was not only good-looking but also gentle and obedient. He was almost an ideal partner.

Wynter was aware of her brothers' concerns. Even the kids she took in seemed worried. Perhaps they were afraid she'd lose her head over love.

With Dalton's looks, it was indeed easy for someone to get love-struck.

If he really messed up, just lowering his head in front of her might make her want to pat his head.

But was it jealousy that made her play these tricks? In any case, she couldn't let her man lose.

When this thought surged in her mind, Wynter seemed to suddenly see a scene in front of her.

On the misty mountains, a young man was injured. He was exceptionally handsome, with long hair covering his face. The only clear feature visible was his smooth jawline.

He looked somewhat stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.

She coaxed softly, "Just let him have his way. You're older than him."

"Ha. Do you really think I'm old?" The young man's voice momentarily overlapped with the man before her eyes.

Wynter shook her head to shake off these inexplicable feelings and pulled Dalton back, saying, "Step back. Let me end this."

"Alijah Fenton peacefully passed away at the age of 81."

Austin also saw the words on it. His eyes were filled with confusion as he looked at Wynter. "Wynter, what does that mean? This paper…"

Wynter didn't answer his question. Instead, she bent down to pick up the paper. "Go check on Mr. Fenton Senior."

Austin didn't refuse. Alijah's condition looked dire, as if his life was hanging by a thread. Lying there, he stared blankly at the ceiling.

Meanwhile, Wynter pondered while holding the paper.

This was a paper from the Ledger of Souls that the underworld guards always carried with them. Why would it be with Alijah?

"Grandpa!" Austin's crying came in waves.

Alijah reached out and stroked his face. "My dear, don't cry. I'm old now, really old."