Chapter 102 Kissing Her Wrist

Wynter didn't want to continue talking about it. She walked ahead in her black boots. Her long hair hung low around her waist. Her legs looked slender and pale. But Dalton still noticed that something was wrong with her right hand. Out of nowhere, he grabbed her wrist and lowered his eyes. "What happened?" Wynter was unbothered. "I probably scraped myself against the tree by accident to avoid hitting someone mistakenly. It's okay. I'll go back home—" Wynter stopped speaking halfway because of what Dalton did. He suddenly leaned down and placed his lips on her wrist. He exuded such nobility that his action, although seemingly dangerous, was gentle. It wasn't even a kiss, but the coolness of his lips suppressed the heat from her wound. Wynter had never been so intimate with anyone before. She wanted to pull her wrist away. However, he held her hand tight. He looked up slightly, resting his eyes on her face. Standing tall, Dalton was in a black, tailored suit. On his pale wris