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Chapter 25: Who Is She Messing With?
Victor’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The genius doctor couldn’t have possibly chosen Dalton to be her subject, could she? How dare she! Was she looking for trouble?
He shifted slightly to make his presence known. “How about you choose…”
Before he could finish, Wynter had already stepped up to Dalton.
It was only then that the bald Victor realized something—Wynter was taller than him!
Standing at five feet seven inches, she had a slender waist, long legs, and a graceful presence. Her face was elegant, with captivating eyes and delicate features that made her look almost ethereal.
Next to Dalton, who was six feet tall, their contrasting presences created an unexpected chemistry. It was as if the encounter between them was one between an ascetic and a nymph.
Dalton stood there, impeccably dressed, his eyes holding the cool, distant air of dusk.
Wynter came to a stop at an appropriate distance from him, respecting the unspoken boundaries of social space.
She removed her medical mask, revealing a relaxed yet striking face, with naturally rosy lips and a mole just below her eye. She flashed a light smile as she asked, “Are you the patient’s family?”
Ryan was about to clarify when Dalton interrupted with a soft cough, the faint scent of medicine lingering in the air. His voice, low and cool, cut through the moment. “Sort of.”
Wynter raised an eyebrow. That wasn’t quite a yes or no. She didn’t ask further, instead deciding to take matters into her own hands. “Well, it doesn’t really matter. You can learn about the treatment process on behalf of the family. Nobody signed anything, anyway.”
Ryan opened his mouth to say something, but with Dalton’s sharp, “Okay,” he swallowed his words.
Even Ethan Yarwood, the family’s bodyguard, stood frozen in disbelief. Did he just hear that correctly? Dalton—who had never allowed anyone to touch him—was actually agreeing to let a woman do so?
Dalton’s mysophobia had been a well-known part of his life since childhood. Because of his condition, even his grandfather, Theo Yarwood, had to wash his hands before touching him. Yet today, something was different. What had gotten into him? Had he been bewitched?
Everyone seemed to be reacting with varying degrees of shock, except for Dalton himself.
Dressed in a black shirt and pants, Dalton leaned toward Wynter, narrowing his eyes. “What do you need me to do?”
“Stand still,” she replied, her voice calm and her smile faint. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt.”
Dalton gave a small, relieved exhale. “That’s a relief.” He was still coughing, his breathing weak despite his cold tone.
Wynter could smell the medicine mixed with the faint scent of sandalwood from his beaded bracelet.
As Dalton’s face flushed from his coughing fit, Wynter felt a surge of sympathy for him. She reached out with her left hand to gently grasp his wrist, while her right hand unwrapped a piece of candy. “Open your mouth,” she instructed.
Dalton raised an eyebrow, confusion flickering in his eyes, but he followed her instruction with characteristic aloofness. The moment the mint lozenge touched his tongue, its coolness and sweetness calmed his throat, offering him unexpected relief.
For a brief moment, astonishment flickered in Dalton’s eyes. “You…”
“It’s just a lozenge,” Wynter said casually, a teasing smile on her lips. “You poor thing.”
Ryan felt a cold sweat trickle down his back. Why couldn’t the genius doctor just keep quiet? Did she have any idea who Dalton was? The overlord of Sorzada City? How could she call him a “poor thing”?
Victor, too, was feeling a little suffocated. Maybe he should try some lozenges himself.
As for Ethan, his expression was nothing short of incredulous.
Meanwhile, Dalton seemed unfazed as he leisurely fiddled with the red beads on his bracelet, his pale face unreadable. Was he contemplating how to handle the audacious Wynter later?
