Chapter 488 Wynter And Dalton Were Having Intimate Relations

Wynter frequently yearned for something like Dalton's neck because of the bitterness in her eyes. She had previously bitten his neck. She was constantly drawn to the black mist and his wealth. The most important thing, though, was that he was attractive and had a pleasant scent. Despite his lofty destiny and merits, he was hindered by his own problems. This seemed strangely alluring to Wynter. Wynter couldn't resist nibbling on his neck, even though she knew it was odd. Her mind was somewhat cleared, and parts of her dreams were eased by his aroma. Wynter couldn't help but smile when he noticed how her nibbling had changed his normally sickly pale complexion. Suddenly, she thought that in order to fully accentuate his aristocratic aspect, he should be wearing a blood-red robe rather than a black suit and white shirt. There was something uncanny about this picture of him that Wynter couldn't get rid of. She had mysteriously acquired more jumbled recollections of her upbringing. After giving the thought some thought, Wynter concluded that it shouldn't have been her in the recollection since she thought it was ridiculous. Dalton's hand suddenly extended, as if to caution her to act appropriately. But Wynter became more confident. He was her fiancé, after all. Given how divine luck provided a huge lift for mediums, a couple of bites wouldn't hurt.