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, he