The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call



Chapter 1792 Refuses to Be A Mere Memory

Wynter took a few more steps in the heavy rain. The sound of raindrops hitting the parasol was particularly distinct in the quiet surroundings.

She was deep in thought, while Dalton held the parasol, shielding both of them as they

walked slowly. His attentiveness was almost excessive. Yet, even so, Wynter found it hard to ignore his presence.

The forest around them was pitch black, with rain and mist rising, making it hard to distinguish between the sound of wind and thunder. The atmosphere was eerie, and the faint scent of blood lingered in the air.

But Dalton seemed unaffected by any of it. His fingers were clean, and his noble demeanor remained unchanged.

This made Wynter look up, wanting to study him more closely. After all, he was the only one whose name hadn't changed in this formation. This detail bothered her.

Noticing her gaze, Dalton tilted the parasol further toward her and slightly turned his head. "Miss?"

He looked even more strikingly handsome under the parasol. I was as if he had a bewitching charm. Even the faint smile at the corner of his lips was dazzling. This was especially true when he called out to her with a playful expression, his eyes slightly lowered.

His voice, though youthful, was alluring. It was much deeper and more resonant than one would expect for his age. This was completely different from how he sounded after his reincarnation.

Wynter couldn't help but imagine him in a suit, sitting in the back of a Rolls Royce, reviewing documents and attending video conferences.

Who could have imagined that the Sorzada City's "crown prince", so decisive in business and meticulous in etiquette, someone who wouldn't tolerate a single wrinkle in his shirt, would have been like this in his youth?

Wynter chuckled. "I was wondering what you'd be like a few years older."

"How else could I be like?" Dalton laughed softly, then shifted the topic. "I noticed that everyone in your hall is young. It seems you don't like mature men."

Wynter immediately responded, "They're just ordinary maids."