Chapter 1792 Refuses to Be A Mere Memory

Wynter took a few more steps in the heavy rain. The sound of raindrops hitting the parasol was particularly distinct in the quiet surroundings. She was deep in thought, while Dalton held the parasol, shielding both of them as they walked slowly. His attentiveness was almost excessive. Yet, even so, Wynter found it hard to ignore his presence. The forest around them was pitch black, with rain and mist rising, making it hard to distinguish between the sound of wind and thunder. The atmosphere was eerie, and the faint scent of blood lingered in the air. But Dalton seemed unaffected by any of it. His fingers were clean, and his noble demeanor remained unchanged. This made Wynter look up, wanting to study him more closely. After all, he was the only one whose name hadn't changed in this formation. This detail bothered her. Noticing her gaze, Dalton tilted the parasol further toward her and slightly turned his head. "Miss?" He looked even more strikingly handsome under the parasol. It