Chapter 96 Putting A Kiss On Her Wrist

Wynter had no desire to discuss it further. She stepped forward in her black boots. Her waist was low compared to her lengthy hair. Her legs appeared pallid and slender. Dalton could still tell that there was a problem with her right hand, though. He suddenly seized her wrist and bowed his head. "What took place?" Wynter didn't care. "I most likely scraped myself against the tree in an attempt to avoid inadvertently hitting someone." It's alright. I'm going home. Halfway through, Wynter lost interest in what Dalton had said. Abruptly, he leaned, He knelt down and kissed her wrist. He was so noble in his demeanor that his conduct, despite appearing risky, was kind. Even if it wasn't a k*ss, her wound's heat was repressed by his l*ps' coolness. Wynter has never experienced such closeness with a person before. She desired to tug, taking away her wrist. But he gripped her hand tightly. He lifted his head slightly and fixed his gaze on her face. Dalton stood tall, wearing a fitted black suit. He had the crimson-beaded bracelet on his pallid wrist. He had a seductive appearance that was deadly. They were in a poorly lit corner, so no one could see this scene. However, there are moments when being in the dark enhances one's senses even more. The chilly aroma from his body was lovely and intriguing. His soft murmurs went nicely with it.