Chapter 150 Flutter of the Heart

His voice was as smooth as aged wine, leaving a gentle intoxication in its wake. His touch carried a warmth that felt unlike anything else. Wynter couldn't see his face from where she stood, but she felt his breath on her neck, sending delightful tingles down her spine. He didn't smoke, so there was no tobacco smell on him. Yet, there was a faint hint of sandalwood, perhaps from his regular medication, that was strangely alluring. Even though she was used to medicinal scents, his aroma was unexpectedly delightful. His hand still held hers, and as he drew closer, his presence grew more pronounced. Wynter's heart fluttered as a strange and somewhat familiar sensation washed over her. Raising an eyebrow, she attempted to push him away. However, he beat her to it. His voice was husky and tinged with a cough. "Wait for me here," he said. Perhaps because of their proximity, his breath brushed on her ear, leaving a sensation that was oddly enchanting. Margaret chuckled. "That's more