The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291 Hidden Urges

Wynter gaped at him. She had expected something more than what Dalton had already told her.

An earnest look registered on Dalton’s handsome face. “I used to feel like I was shackled to that fable, that it didn’t matter if I struggled to break free because I’d never get to decide who I want to marry.”

“But I can cure your-”

Wynter was cut off by Dalton, who chuckled and said, “But now, I’m grateful for that fable because it has bound me to you.”

For once, surprise crossed Wynter’s beautiful features when she heard Dalton’s words.

He pulled her into his embrace. She could hear the steady beating of his heart. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and it has nothing to do with who you are,” he assured her.

She craned her neck to look up at him, but he seemed unsettled as he pressed her face against his shoulder.

He nervously vouched for himself. “If it helps with your consideration, I don’t have any bad habits, and I’m a good breadwinner.”

Wynter hummed in response. The tip of her nose was buried into the warm fabric of his shirt. She could feel him breathing, and it was a little faster than usual.

She came here to reconfirm his identity in the first place, but her

confrontation had led to a different conversation, one with which she

had no experience.

As if he were coaxing her, Dalton muttered quietly, “I do believe that. biting your official boyfriend is more justifiable than biting a fake one.”

“I don’t like trouble,” Wynter said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I could consider dating you, but I don’t want to have to deal with girls who would come for my head.”

Dalton laughed. “I promise you there are none. I draw boundaries, and I stick to them, like any honorable husband would.”

How did he manage to go from pitching himself as boyfriend material to vowing to be an honorable husband?

Wynter looked up and raised a brow at him, the movement bringing

attention to the pretty mole at the corner of her eye.

As she did so, Dalton’s fingers brushed against her l*ps.

Both of them stiffened.

This time, Wynter could see the emotions that flickered across his face. She watched him swallow and saw his gaze darken as he surveyed her face.

For some reason, that red beaded bracelet he wore only made her focus on his wrist, which she thought was one of his best and most seductive features.

“Haha! I bet Wynter will like this… What are you both doing?”

Wynter’s thoughts were interrupted by Fabian, who had shown up

suddenly and was now eyeing Dalton suspiciously.

She willed herself to look unfazed.

Right now, she had bigger things to focus on.

One, she had to figure out what her dream meant, and why only Fabian and none of her brothers had shown up in it.

Two, she knew Atwater wouldn’t have set up a betrothal for her for no

reason. She had to be missing something important.

Three, she needed to find out who had put a voodoo curse on Fanny.

Wynter hated it when voodoo was involved in manipulating someone. Such a practice had been banned, and she was perplexed to learn that someone was still doing it.

Those aside, her most important task of all was to retrieve the

sugilite charm.

Right now, all things pointed her to the one place where she would

find her answers-Kingbourne.