Chapter 155 Own up to Your Actions, Doc

"With what?" Dalton asked Wynter, his wrist adorned with crimson beads, giving off an air of nobility and aloofness. His chill demeanor somehow ignited her thirst to dismantle it — especially since he was dressed in finely tailored suits. Wynter reached out, her fingertips landing on his diamond cufflink, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Let me take a bite out of you. How about that?" She had never made such requests before. Even when her intermittent explosive disorder flared up, she would endure it to the extent of dousing her head with freezing water. However, for some reason, she couldn't suppress her urge to test whether his neck was as cold as it appeared — with her teeth. Normally, no one would agree to such an odd request, yet Dalton chucked and asked, "Where do you want to bite?" "Your neck," Wynter replied with a charming smile, her tongue sliding across her lips as her anticipation grew. Wrapping his arms around Wynter's waist, Dalton lifted her slightly, his