Chapter 153 Fond of You

Contrasting his physical condition, Dalton's heartbeat remained steady and firm. It was unlike that of a patient nearing the end of his life. It would be hard to believe that this good-looking man held his heart in such high regard. Wynter paused and slightly lifted her gaze. With a smile still on his face, Dalton withdrew his hand and fixed his eyes on her. Then, he turned his head and coughed. His lips were so pale that they looked nearly discolored. But despite looking unwell and fragile, he still exuded a dangerously alluring presence. "Madam Margaret has agreed," he said. Agreed? Before Wynter could inquire further, Dalton had already turned around and taken a few steps away. His impeccably tailored suit made him appear like a figure from a painting. Wynter thought he was leaving, so she trailed after him. However, he abruptly halted his steps. Caught by the sudden halt, Wynter bumped into his back, and a familiar deep herbal scent filled her nose. "I must say," Dalton