The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call



Chapter 1809 Him Again

Dalton wondered if Wynter truly saw him as a tool. Besides, why did she have to save anyone and everyone?

Dalton lifted his eyes slightly. Whenever he looked at people like this, he always exuded a cold, aloof pride.

Desiree watched him cautiously, not daring to speak. She couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Wynter, on the other hand, moved closer to him. When she spoke, her breath brushed against his jawline. "Mr. Glaisne's thunder tribulation came unexpectedly.

"Although cultivators who fail to ascend must indeed face such trials, the sheer number of evil causes hanging over Mt. Nyxvarn clearly indicates that someone has been shifting their own misdeeds onto us."

Dalton listened quietly, saying nothing. The parasol he had been holding earlier was now set aside. The only thing he felt was how close Wynter was to him. Normally, he would have moved away, but for some reason, he didn't this time.

He allowed her hair and breath to gradually brush against him. It felt as if she might lean into his embrace at any moment when she spoke to him like this.

Unconsciously, Dalton recalled the Sablemare that had tried to tempt him earlier. His eyes darkened, inscrutable, as if he were thinking of something else.

His gaze, however, inadvertently fell on her lips. They were pale, but their very paleness seemed to evoke an inexplicable desire. It made him want to reach out and rub them until they turned red.

Dalton's eyes suddenly became as dark as the depths of the underworld despite his neutral expression.

Wynter didn't notice the change in him and continued with her speculation. "That sage of mine has been missing for years after getting kicked out from the sect. It's said that he perished, but no one has seen his body. I suspect he-"