The Heiress’ Return Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330 He Kissed Her

Wynter didn’t care about the marriage. The man in her dreams didn’t seem eager either. They just let his grandfather drop the matter.

Later, when people compared her to the adopted daughter, he only said, “The Yarwood family values blood relations. Ms. Quinnell is the one I’m betrothed to. It’s not that I don’t want her. She didn’t choose

1. Enough with the boring talk.”

By then, his cough had become very severe. Yet, in a circle where everyone disliked her, he spoke up for her. But that was later after his grandfather passed away.

Her life was in turmoil. She wanted to see him to ask about his health. Nobody knew he would be involved in a car accident. She wondered how such a person could meet with a car accident.

Wynter suddenly opened her eyes and shielded them from the light that streamed in. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if she was still dreaming. It was not until she turned her face slightly and touched his pajamas with her fingers that she breathed a sigh of relief.

But immediately after, her figure stiffened. It was because of the

excessive closeness between them.

She could even feel the heat emanating from his body and the scent of his unique medicine on his breath. Wynter wanted to get up, but

she moved even closer to him.

His face seemed even more likely to lead one astray in the morning. His skin was translucently pale. He draped his arm over her waist.

Cluny 330 He Krised He!

They were so close that not even a sliver of space was left. She hadn’t managed to rise before he pinned her wrist down.

Wynter looked at him. His eyes were dark. Half propped up on her, he forcefully restrained her as he bent his long leg at her knee.

Compared to the man she knew, he was much more dangerous. He slid his hands under her pajamas with his fingers.

Wynter had never experienced anything like this. He k*ssed her neck as his warm breath brought her a certain softness.

By the time she knew it, he had crumpled her pajamas. Wynter never knew he had such strength. She felt as if she were floating in mid-air. The only sensation was the kneading he imparted on her body. It was a numbingly addictive caress.

smiled. “Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“What is there to be afraid of?” Wynter pinched his face, examining it from side to side. “With a face like this, I’m hardly at a loss.”

She had given up too easily in her dream. Reflecting on it now, she felt a sense of loss for not being indulged by the man.

Dalton didn’t know what she was thinking. He only watched her and raised a brow. “Who did you learn that from?”

“I used to…” Wynter began but stopped.

She had relaxed too much for a moment. She forgot that he was the kind of person who could guess everything from just one sentence.

Dalton laughed. His gaze was light and suggestive, encouraging her to continue. “You used to what?”