Chapter 779 The Evil Dalton Yarwood

The three old executives nodded immediately. Then, they took their briefcases and got off at the next stop. The train usually did not stop for a very long time. Occasionally, a person or two would come on board. Wynter was a little delirious, not knowing whether she was dreaming or if it was reality. She only wanted to seek revenge. Something was burning in her throat and her eyes. Dalton's voice cut through the noise. "Don't think too much. Have some sleep," he said softly. The coolness of his fingertips could cool her down a little. "You're feeling terrible. You still have me as your blood bank, right?" Wynter found out previously that he could really absorb the things in her body. His blood was a fatal attraction for her. However, Wynter did not open her eyes. She merely leaned against his shoulder, trying to control her emotions. She had once said before, there were too many things going on in her mind. Why was he in period clothing? Why was she letting him bathe her? Why w