The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 Fond of You 

Contrasting his physical condition, Dalton’s heartbeat remained steady and firm. It was unlike that of a patient nearing the end of his life. 

It would be hard to believe that this good–looking man held his heart in such high regard 

Wynter paused and slightly lifted her gaze. 

With a smile still on his face, Dalton withdrew his hand and fixed his eyes on her. 

Then, he turned his head and coughed. His lips were so pale that they looked nearly discolored. 

But despite looking unwell and fragile, he still exuded a dangerously alluring presence. 

“Madam Margaret has agreed,” he said. 

Agreed? 

Before Wynter could inquire further, Dalton had already turned around and taken a few steps away. His impeccably tailored suit made him appear like a figure from a painting. 

Wynter thought he was leaving, so she trailed after him. However, he abruptly halted his steps. 

Caught by the sudden halt, Wynter bumped into his back, and a familiar deep herbal scent filled her nose. 

“I must say,” Dalton spoke in an indifferent tone, devoid of any implied meaning. “You had a terrible taste when you were young.” 

Wynter was puzzled. 

“What do you mean?” she raised an eyebrow, pondering on what her taste had anything to do with their 

conversation. 

Dalton glanced at her and said inexplicably, “It doesn’t matter now. You can improve your taste from here on, just make sure you don’t regress.” 

“Huh?” Wynter couldn’t help but laugh. 

She found him to be quite unpredictable. “What exactly did you chat with Grandma?” 

With a cool and scholarly demeanor, Dalton gestured for her to come forward with his finger. 

Wynter then leaned forward without a sense of suspicion. 

Dalton’s fingers threaded through her hair and spoke in a casual tone, “We talked about your studies and how to improve your academic performance, which will be my main focus in the future.” 

Wynter was quite convinced that he was just teasing her. 

Before she could speak, Margaret came over with a smile. “Ernest is right. From now on, your studies will be your main priority.” 

“Ernest?” Wynter’s voice was light, and there was a hint of surprise and playfulness. 

Ernest? Earnest? 

Instead of directly answering her question, Dalton replied in a low voice, “It’s my middle name ” 

Unlike other prominent families, the Yarwood family had upheld the tradition of using middle names for 

generations. 

Since middle names weren’t as prevalent as they once were, most people didn’t know that the head of the Yarwood in Sorzada City went by the full name of Dalton Emest Yarwood. 

Margaret frowned and asked, “Don’t you know his name is Emest, Wynter?” 

Tve never heard of his middle name.” Wynter responded quickly. “Honestly, I never realized that people 

till used middle names nowadays, so I didn’t ask.”