Chapter 24 Scion of the Yarwoods

Their eyes met. Neither of them averted. Wynter, especially, stared at Dalton blatantly. Given her obsession with good looks, Wynter knew plenty of handsome men, but none could compare to Dalton. That sickly pale face was perfectly adorned with a pair of bottomless eyes, giving off a natural chill. There was a rare, bookish air about Dalton, noble yet frail. Amidst the hustle and bustle, he remained tranquil. With his ethereal aura, Dalton was akin to a young scion from an ancient aristocratic family. The plump Ryan immediately went over to talk to Dalton excitedly. Across the soundproof glass, Wynter couldn't hear their dialogue. She raised her eyebrows. The next moment, Dalton glanced toward her again. Shrouded in dim light, his facial features appeared vague yet enchanting. "Dr. Genius?" Dalton's voice was cold. Ryan continued enthusiastically, almost flatteringly, "Yes! I found her in the community square. Although she's young, her medical skills are amazing. Mr. Quinnell