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Chapter 90: You’ll Find Out What He Likes
Wynter didn’t pick up on Ethan’s subtle hint and just smiled lightly. “It’s just a rumor.”
Thankfully, she added that last part. Ethan breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
But then, she continued, “Though, rich people tend to spend money on all sorts of fun things. Who knows? Maybe the rumors are true.”
She really didn’t need to say that! Ethan couldn’t bring himself to look at Dalton anymore.
Dalton, however, remained seated, his eyes cool and distant, a dangerous edge to them.
Wynter finally straightened up, pouring him another cup of tea. “What I just said was all a joke. But from a medicinal perspective, I can explain one thing. If he doesn’t let people get close, it could be because he’s allergic to something.”
Ethan’s eyes widened in surprise. Despite her laid-back demeanor, Wynter’s medical insights were incredibly sharp. She had never even met Dalton, yet she could deduce his condition from rumors alone. Her medical skills were nothing short of impressive.
He smiled at her. “Mr. Yarwood does indeed have discomfort when touched by others. If it’s severe, he can break out in rashes all over his body.”
“You know that?” Wynter raised an eyebrow, her expression curious. “Seems like your relationship with Mr. Yarwood isn’t as simple as it seems.”
Dalton, ever composed, casually dropped a lozenge into his mouth. “You mentioned earlier that we run in the same circles. It’s not exactly a secret.”
“Hmm, true enough,” she said with a smile, clearly not wanting to dwell on the Yarwoods any longer.
Dalton’s gaze drifted, his eyes lowering beneath the shade of the trees. “Does he not deserve another chance?”
Wynter blinked, slightly thrown off. “What?”
His voice remained calm, his words even more direct this time. “Treat Mr. Yarwood.”
Wynter thought for a moment before responding. “Before, it seemed impossible. But after spending more time with the Yarwoods, I’ve realized they have a strong family tradition. They’re honorable—don’t bully the weak, don’t plunder, and even returned the Zenith herb to me. They’ve been pretty decent.”
Ethan let out a sigh of relief. After hearing all of that, he was finally beginning to understand where Wynter was coming from.
Dalton took another sip of his tea, his gaze thoughtful. “I thought you were someone who would hold onto grudges.”
Wynter smiled, her tone warm. “The Yarwoods have done a lot for me. And Wolf… well, Wolf likes them.”
Ethan was speechless.
Dalton smiled slightly, as if in agreement. If Wynter was really after money, she wouldn’t have credited the Lopezes so freely during the medical consultation at the manor.
Wynter handed him a snack, her gesture casual yet kind. “The Yarwoods’ situation depends on fate. But as for you, sir… take care of your health first.”
Her tone when calling him “sir” was light and gentle, almost teasing.
Dalton glanced at her, a hint of something unreadable in his expression as he chewed the lozenge. He muttered, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
“What?” Wynter stood in front of him, her head tilted slightly in confusion.
Dalton’s fingers brushed the beads on his bracelet, the red stones catching the light. His skin, softer and more delicate than most, contrasted with the ruggedness of his appearance, creating an intriguing presence.
Without warning, he leaned closer.
Wynter, caught off guard, could faintly smell the tobacco scent lingering on him, mixed with the more subtle notes of his cologne. It was a strong, commanding presence, completely different from the light, herbal fragrance of the clinic.
“You’ll find out whether Mr. Yarwood likes men,” Dalton’s voice was low and husky, sending a slight shiver down her spine as it brushed against her ear.
She had been close to many patients before, but never had one gotten this near—close enough that she could feel his breath on her skin. The air seemed to pulse with an unfamiliar energy.
Wynter turned her head slightly, her dimples appearing as she smiled. Her gaze met his, but there was a playfulness in her eyes. “Let’s not talk about him anymore, alright? Would you like to stay for a meal?”
