Chapter 506 Wynter Was Being Intimate With Dalton

Wynter's eyes were filled with resentment, which often led her to long for something… like Dalton's neck. She had bitten his neck before. The black mist, along with his fortune, was always enticing to her. Well, the most critical point was that he smelled good and was good-looking. He had a noble destiny and merits on his side, but his personal burdens held him back. To Wynter, this was oddly tempting. Wynter knew it was strange, but she couldn't help but nibble on his neck. His scent helped soothe some of her nightmares and even cleared her mind a bit. Upon seeing the change in his usually sickly pale face because of her nibbles, Wynter couldn't help but smile. She suddenly felt that instead of dressing in a black suit and white shirt, he should be wearing a blood-red robe to truly enhance his noble appearance. Wynter couldn't shake the feeling that this image of him seemed strangely familiar. She had inexplicably gained additional fragmented memories of her raising a— Wynter