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Chapter 87: The Affection Between Them
When Ethan heard about the invitation card, he glanced over, his curiosity piqued. Dalton responded with a calm, measured tone.
“Yes.”
Wynter smiled, her gaze playful. “Did you plan to do good deeds without telling me?”
Dalton coughed lightly, his voice still carrying a faint hoarseness. “I’m not in good health, so it would be a waste for me to keep the invitation. Since I can’t attend, I thought it would be better to give it to you.”
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Don’t you ever want to try your luck? The Yarwoods have hired so many renowned doctors. Surely there’s someone who could cure you.”
Dalton lowered his eyes, his long lashes casting a shadow over his face. “I thought about it before. But after meeting you, I feel that no one is better than you.”
The room fell silent at his words.
Ethan, holding a barrel, froze, his expression one of disbelief. Even Wynter, who had been holding a cup of tea, momentarily stopped, her focus drifting.
Wolf, who had been practicing nearby, abruptly stood straight and stared at Dalton, his gaze sharp.
Dalton, realizing his words had been ambiguous, quickly clarified, though a slight frown creased his brow. “I meant your medical skills.”
Wynter’s lips curled into a smile, her tone leisurely. “I know.”
“Sit down first,” she added, gesturing toward the stone table. “I’ll go inside to get something.”
Dalton nodded and took a seat, picking up the tea from the table.
Ethan watched the exchange with growing amazement. He had never seen Dalton, usually so meticulous and reserved, so relaxed in this clinic. He seemed almost… ordinary. Not even the tea, which Ethan imagined Dalton would usually scrutinize, could disturb him now. It was as though Wynter’s presence had worked some kind of magic on him, curing even his fastidiousness.
Inside the house, Margaret was still deep in conversation on the phone, clearly emphasizing how wonderful Wynter was.
“She has a good temper, so she’ll listen to you. Don’t worry. She won’t take up too much of your time. What did you say? You’re afraid of her? Abel, you can’t lie to me. Just tell me the truth—don’t you want to tutor her?”
On the other end of the line, Abel, likely caught off guard, stammered, “I didn’t lie. Your granddaughter is…”
Before he could finish, a sharp voice interrupted from the other side of the phone.
“Grandma, if Abel doesn’t want to, it’s fine. We can’t force him.”
Abel immediately responded, his voice more eager than before. “Mrs. Yates Senior, don’t worry. It’s not that difficult to tutor her. I’ll do it.”
Margaret, satisfied with the response, hung up and turned toward Wynter. “How many times have I told you? You have to call him Mr. Abel.”
Wynter smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh? If I call him that, he might kneel in fright.”
Margaret, not quite hearing her clearly, asked, “What did you say?”
“It’s nothing,” Wynter replied casually. “I’m just taking something to my friend, who’s in poor health.”
As she spoke, Wynter quickly gathered the wild root herb and truffle she had picked the day before in the mountains, placing them into a box alongside a small medicine sachet.
She moved swiftly, and by the time Dalton had finished his tea, she was back outside.
“Here you go,” she said, placing the box on his lap. “Use the medicine according to the instructions inside. Add it to your soup every day. I’ve also written down some other precautions.”
Dalton looked down at the box, his gaze lingering on her. They both had a striking appearance, and the air between them seemed to shimmer with unspoken understanding.
Wynter pressed the medicine sachet into his hand. “When you get home, place it next to your bed. It’ll help calm your mind and improve your sleep.”
The herbal scent was light and soothing, not overpowering, and Dalton felt an unexpected sense of comfort from its fragrance.
Dalton’s fingers brushed over the sachet. “Did you make this yourself?”
“Yes,” Wynter replied with a grin, her expression playful. As she spoke, she leaned slightly forward, causing the collar of her white T-shirt to shift. The movement revealed a delicate curve of her collarbone, and the beauty of her face was enough to make his heart race.
He unconsciously rotated the teacup in his hands, trying to suppress the inexplicable surge of feelings rising within him.
