Chapter 154 May I Take a Bite of You

Astonished by the somewhat competitive yet unexpectedly compatible dynamic between Dalton and Wynter, Max was left speechless. Having worked alongside Dalton for many years, Max had never seen his aloof and restrained demeanor falter for anyone — until Wynter came along. Wynter never backed down or spoke in sweet, soft tones when facing Dalton. Instead, she exhibited a delicate charm with her light chuckle. She even had the nerve to tease Dalton about his middle name. Max couldn't help but wonder if she had ever witnessed Dalton's cold and ruthless expression, hands covered in blood. Every time Dalton dealt with people, Max and the others couldn't help but tremble. Despite Dalton's fair and rational approach to rewards and punishments, no one dared to get close to him. Noticing the signs of exhaustion on Dalton's usually composed face, Wynter decided not to keep them for dinner. Instead, she prepared some buns and herbal soup for him to eat at home. "I've added some medicinal