Chapter 329 Wynter Dreamt Again

Dalton's posture became rigid. He gazed intensely at her with dark and unfathomable eyes. He leaned forward slightly and nearly touched her face with his nose. The touch from his hand made his Adam's apple shift subtly. The wind was strong in Kingbourne. It was especially noticeable as fall began, and it howled outside. However, the room was incredibly quiet. Wynter furrowed her brow slightly, possibly disliking the coolness of the beads on his wrist. As Dalton watched her, she felt he was noble and handsome, yet mysteriously unpredictable, unlike his usual demeanor. He lowered his stance further and gently caressed her face. In a deep and calm voice, he said, "You really aren't worried at all." What he might do next was uncertain, even to him. However, she seemed undisturbed. Dalton studied her eyes and lips closely. He moved his lips closer and tightened his hand, resting beside her as if trying to restrain himself. His gaze grew darker, tinged with a hint of red. He let out