Babel Novel
Chapter 1389
Chapter 1389 Love Is in the AirNôvelDrama.Org owns this.
"Water?" Dalton's gaze shifted downward, his eyes settling on Wynter's long hair. His voice was alluring and low. "Why are your ears red when you just want to get a drink?"
Wynter's fingers paused in midair. "It's hot."
"Hot?" Dalton raised an eyebrow. "It's 70°F. How is that hot?"
Wynter considered snapping at him for his incessant questioning. She wanted to tell him that it was all his fault for doing all that stuff in her dreams and making her overthink. After all, his striking appearance didn't excuse his behavior nor the bondage she had experienced in her dream.
Yet, she couldn't be entirely sure if it was actually Dalton in her dream. Even if it was, it would be a remnant of their past life.
As a cultivator, Wynter understood the implications of frequent dreams. Still, she chose to set these aside. After all, she never believed that the past dictated their current relationship's dynamics.
At the very least, Dalton wouldn't do something like locking her up with chains as he did in her dreams. Imprisonment was illegal, and she'd just lock him up behind prison if he did.
Besides, Dalton was such a refined person. He would always be distant and retreat when she approached him back in the day. Such behavior seemed unlikely to match the scenarios from her dreams.
Wynter decided that she couldn't let herself get lost in these irrational thoughts.
With this in mind, Wynter glanced back at Dalton as she tried to steady her emotions. "I've been feeling a bit heated lately. Anything over 64°F feels hot. So, you, my Handsome Patient, better not provoke me." Dalton truly felt like he had been pricked by a thorny rose for no reason.
From the very first encounter, Dalton knew that Wynter, whether judged by appearance or deeper traits, wasn't one to lash out or hurt others.
But he couldn't help himself. He couldn't resist the urge to get closer and see beneath the surface. After all, she rarely let her emotions show.
But today was different. Dalton found it intriguing.
Dalton's gaze held a hint of surprise, his eyes never leaving Wynter. He watched as she stood up before noting how Wynter flicked her wrist unconsciously. It was as if she was trying to shake off some invincible restraint.
In an instant, Dalton's deep eyes darkened. He suddenly pulled Wynter back into his arms.
Right now, Wynter wanted nothing more than to stand at least three feet away from Dalton. She mainly wanted to get rid of the tingling sensation running through her body and needed to stop thinking about her dream.
She never expected Dalton to pull her back so suddenly. Before she could react, he had turned her around and pinned her against his office chair. One of his hands braced on the desk, and his gaze was intense and lowered.
"I suddenly thought of something," Dalton said.
No matter what came to his mind, he didn't need to get into such a position, did he?
Wynter raised an eyebrow, her beautiful face now showing a hint of impatience.
Dalton laughed as he gently rubbed her wrist with his thumb. "You haven't come to me for money lately."
Money? Wynter looked at him as she lightly touched her neck. She averted her gaze as she cleared her throat softly. "I haven't needed it recently."
Dalton raised an eyebrow. His alluring scent of sandalwood deliberately wafted around them, making it hard for anyone to resist. "Then what's the purpose of having me as your fiancé?"
"I just need you to look pretty," Wynter spoke too fast, and her words slipped out almost instinctively. Dalton paused for a moment. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he released a bark of laughter. He held her hand and gently played with it. His posture was so intimate and yet so dignified that it was impossible to refuse.
"It seems that our Ms. Quinnell has indeed become quite formidable. It seems you are ready to be throwing money around with flair. Should I offer something in return?"
Wynter realized where this was going. Just as she looked up and was about to refuse...