The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1385

Chapter 1385 An Affair 

Upon hearing this, the Shadow was even more terrified to stop Wynter. He was afraid it would cause misunderstandings 

The Shadow was only a guard and had no idea why Dalton would bring a woman over today! Their attire seemed quite suggestive. And of all possible times for Wynter to show up, it just had to be this precise 

moment! 

The Shadow, usually expressionless, now had his features contorted in visible distress. 

Seeing this, Wynter casually toyed with the purple suglite pendant on her waist and raised an eyebrow. So, should I go in or not?” 

“Ms. Quinnell, please, go right ahead!” The Shadow weighed his options and realized that his job might be at risk by the end of the day if Wynter chose to leave without entering. 

With Dalton inside, it was up to him to deal with the trouble he had caused himself. The Shadow stepped aside with an unmistakable decisiveness. 

Wynter found the situation quite amusing. She didn’t quite believe Dalton could stir up trouble like this. 

She 

didn’t mind, though. If needed, she could always find a new one. While she was a bit reluctant to part with such a striking face, she had no interest in keeping someone who was tainted. 

However, from a logical standpoint, Dalton didn’t seem to be the type prone to infidelity. 

Just as Wynter was contemplating, her gaze met a pair of eyes. 

There was indeed a woman inside. The woman was a stunning beauty in a dress that clung perfectly to her figure, accentuating her smooth, elegant curves, 

Her oval face and arched eyebrows, combined with the fan she delicately waved, made her seem like she was from another era. 

When the woman noticed someone entering, she lifted her gaze, as if preparing to take action. However, with a mere lift of hand from Dalton, all hostility vanished. It was as if the earlier animosity had never existed. 

This made Wynter’s lips curl into a wry smile. “It seems I have indeed arrived at an inconvenient time.” 

“Nonsense,” Dalton said with a low chuckle. In an instant, the hostility surrounding him disappeared. 

The rapid shift in his demeanor left Shermaine Loria, the beautiful woman standing beside him, somewhat stunned. 

Dalton had clearly gone out since his attire was different from usual. Instead of his usual sharp suit, he wore a dark trench coat, and his hands were encased in weather gloves, giving off an air of restraint. But why would he need such gloves in this weather? 

Wynter pondered this, especially considering the dark almost chilling energy he carried with him earlier. 

Clearly aware of her scrutiny, Dalton lowered his gaze and walked toward Wynter. “We were just discussing some business. My subordinates aren’t very bright.” 

Wynter looked up and found her gaze meeting the delicate fall of his eyelashes. Dalton always had an Intense, soulful way of looking at people. 

She realized she had never seen him in a bad mood before. With so many people around him constantly wary of displeasing him, he had remained quite unruffled.