Return of the Lost Heiress

Chapter 1694

"Mr. Stavius once mentioned cultivators refrain from taking on another's personal burden, warning that they would face repercussions from the heavenly laws," Dalton commented, his breath brushing against Wynter's lips.

He continued calmly, "The shadows under your eyes have grown darker since you last borrowed my energy. Don't tell me it's a coincidence."

At times, Wynter felt that others being too shrewd might not work her favor-like now, when she failed to deceive Dalton.

"I admit I've been mentally drained the past couple of days, but it's not a problem. I still have some merits left," Wynter replied softly, sounding rather guilty.

Normal citizens might not know that merits could be depleted. But for a being who had lived for an indefinite time, Dalton knew the truth too well.

"There's an easier way," Dalton suggested as he tore open his shirt's collar. The dark shirt contrasted with his pale neck, evoking an ineffable sense of restraint.

While the tempting sight would've entranced most girls, Wynter's gaze was fixed on the throbbing veins along his neck. For some reason, she felt a deep thirst rise in her throat.

At that moment, she caught a faint glimpse of Dalton's spiritual manifestation once more. Amid the heavy personal burdens surrounding him, he bathed in golden rays and seemed to give off an alluring scent. It was as if he was tempting her to bite into him.

Clenching her fists, Wynter struggled to fight against the temptation but failed. With a darkened gaze, she grabbed Dalton's collar and sank her teeth into the familiar taste. His scent completely enveloped her. Unable to control herself, she bit into him deeply.

Dalton hissed and furrowed his brows, though he showed no signs of anger at all. Instead, his grip on Wynter's waist tightened, with his face a picture of restraint control. The trench coat he wore lent him a Victorian nobleman's dignified air.

He was the commander, utterly in control of the moment. Even the crow in the distance failed to notice what lay hidden in his eyes' depths.

The crow wouldn't dare to look into Dalton's eyes. As a mythical beast, he was more concerned that Dalton might develop true feelings amidst the deceit something that could become his weakness.

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