Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Dalton’s Lies

Dalton paused, his hand lingering on the scarf he had wrapped

around Wynter’s neck.

Wynter leaned forward and assessed him with her dark gaze. When

she spoke, her voice was clear and steady. “It’s been a while since we

met, and all the time I was in the hospital, I believed your last name

was Quinnell.

“In hindsight, there were several things amiss, like Ryan’s obvious

respect for you and Mr. Lopez Senior personally escorting you to the

hospital.

“They wouldn’t go to such lengths for the Quinnells, but they would

for the Yarwoods.”

She looked at the red beaded bracelet on Dalton’s wrist. “You wear

that bracelet so often, I should have guessed who you were right from

the start.”

Dalton gently held Wynter by her arms. A light couch escaped his pale l*ps. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d

find out.”

He had such fine features. He looked innocent without his glasses, though he was still charming. As

the breeze stirred his hair, Wynter couldn’t help drinking in all his beauty and aloofness.

“But I guess some things can’t stay secret forever,” he added ruefully. Smiling, he introduced himself

formally, “I’m Dalton Yarwood. It’s a pleasure to meet you, my darling betrothed.”

Wynter remained level-headed as she stared at Dalton. After a long

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pause, she said, “Don’t try to charm your way out of this. Not only did you fail to clarify my

misunderstanding at the first instance, but you also deliberately lied about who you were.”

He could hear the uncompromising edge in her voice, and he knew he

had no escape. Dalton’s chest tightened. He knew this day would

come eventually.

At first, he hadn’t felt the need to explain himself. She was a doctor,

and he was her patient. Their relationship had grown from that into

what it was now.

He coughed again, and another time as he straightened the scarf

around her neck. He said hoarsely, “Yes, I did lie about my identity, but

only because I thought you might distance yourself from me if you

learned who I was.”

Puzzled, Wynter frowned. “Why would I distance myself from you?”

“Did you forget about your aversion toward the Yarwoods?” Dalton

gazed down at her. There was a hint of sadness in his lowered voice.” Especially toward me?”

Wynter was suddenly reminded of what she had told him before.

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Besides, I know of

my reputation.” At this, Wynter raised a brow. She never said anything about his reputation.

A humorless smile curled on Dalton’s l*ps as he elaborated, “I didn’t have many friends growing up due

to my illness, so I never learned how to open up to others.

“Besides, everyone who knows about my poor health tends to avoid

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me like the plague, as if whatever I have is contagious.”

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The bodyguard next to Dalton had to work to school his features into neutrality. While most of what

Dalton said was true, the bodyguard

remembered it was Dalton who refused to make friends.

On most days. Dalton opted to keep his study, where he read and

wrote extensively. No one could get him to leave the house.

The other young ladies and gentlemen of Kingbourne’s high society had wanted to approach Dalton,

but Dalton had been aloof since he

was a child.

As if sensing the bodyguard’s gaze, Dalton turned and gave him a

warning look. The bodyguard broke into a cold sweat and quickly lowered his gaze.

Dalton adjusted Wynter’s purple sugilite pendant so that it rested

properly under the scarf. “You’re my first friend.” That much was tru

true.

Wynter considered the favors he had done for her and decided to let

this matter go. More importantly, she would not stoop so low as to pick on a sick person. Everyone had

secrets, herself included.

She wondered why Atwater had set Dalton up to be her betrothed.

Perhaps Atwater had sensed that Dalton had poor luck and would

need Wynter to restore his good fortune.

Wynter assessed Dalton but did not sense anything. Could it be that

she had yet to regain her full memories?

Dalton had no idea what she was staring at him for. He appeared calm and poised on the outside, but

his heart was racing within as

she scanned him. Was she still angry with him, or had she forgiven.

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him?

“What else did the old man-uh, Atwater Munoz-tell you?” Wynter finally asked, raising a brow in

amusement.

AM

Surely there was no harm in baiting an answer out of Dalton after he

had lied about his identity for so long.

Dalton’s dark gaze met hers as he answered, “As I’ve told you before,

he said I must marry you if I want to live past 30.”