SWNOVELS Chapter 1458
Chapter 1458 Thank the Montclairs
Wynter's thoughts were in a mess. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was Dalton's overpowering presence.
Wynter furrowed her brows as the dark mist surrounding her seemed to spiral out of control. Even her gaze was starting to change.
Dalton didn't continue as soon as he sensed the unbridled resentful energy within her. He reached out to cover her eyes. "It's been a while since you asked me for consultation fees."
This time, instead of guiding her toward his neck, he bit down on his finger, letting the blood flow before pressing his lips against hers.
With her sight obscured, Wynter's consciousness seemed to drift deep, and a wave of drowsiness was threatening to pull her under.
It wasn't until her phone, fallen under the seat, began ringing that she was jolted from the depths of her mind. Her vision sharpened, and in one swift motion, she grasped Dalton's wrist, reversing the hold with firm precision
The tips of her hair brushed against his face as she leaned over, her posture commanding. Her eyes, still tinged red, held a cool clarity that contrasted sharply with her earlier vulnerability.
"My phone is ringing."
Dalton shifted his gaze away. His demeanor was as composed and noble as ever, and his side profile was sharp and elegant
Wynter picked up her phone. She cast a glance at Dalton before pushing open the car door and stepping out. She glanced at her shirt before looking at his still impeccable tailored suit. The contrast was stark, and she couldn't help but think about how unfair it was.
Wynter didn't have time to dwell on what Dalton had said earlier. Her attention shifted to the caller ID on her phone-Montclair.
She raised an eyebrow and answered the call while buttoning her shirt. Her tone was lazy and indifferent when she spoke, "Hello?"
This made Ophelia, who had been trying to get through for quite some time, lose her patience. However, she masked it with an overly warm tone.
"Wynter? It's your aunt. There's been a bit of a misunderstanding between you and Cyrus. If you're free, why don't you come over? I'd like to explain things."
Ordinary people might feel pressured to comply when dealing with elders, especially the relatives who liked to flaunt their authority, expecting everyone to cater to them. They often assumed the world revolved around their whims.
But those familiar with Wynter's personality knew better. She simply smirked and replied with a blunt, "I'm not free."
Ophelia's hand holding the phone went rigid, and her face flushed with anger. She had never encountered such a disrespectful youngster before. How could Wynter embarrass her like this?
Suppressing her inner revulsion, she attempted to appeal to Wynter through familial affection. 'Wynter, I understand that you've become distant from your uncle and me after you were taken away.
"I don't hold it against you. Your uncle cares for you even more than for Cyrus. I just want you to know that the withdrawal of investment was all a misunderstanding.
"We were concerned that you young folks might not handle things properly, and that money would go to
waste.
"Cyrus has always been on your side. Despite what others say, he has never looked down on you for coming
from a small place. He protects you like he would a sister.
"Otherwise, he wouldn't have used all our connections to help you get that piece of land. It was only with my mother's help that we managed to hire Mr. Calico for you."
The underlying message was clear. Ophelia was telling Wynter that she was able to get a hold of the land only because of their connections. If it weren't for the Montclair family, she wouldn't have been able to acquire such a valuable piece of land!
Wynter listened silently. Other than her darkening gaze, her expression betrayed no emotions.
It made Ophelia feel like she was talking to herself. She instinctively asked quietly when she noted how quiet Wynter was, "Wynter, are you listening?'