Perhaps it was because the tea had been steeping for too long that Dalton could feel a bitter taste on

the tip of his tongue. It lingered in his throat for quite some time.

It was quite hard to imagine that someone like Wynter had once been a little girl who dreamt of

becoming someone’s bride.

Though not visible on his face, Dalton seemed to have chuckled briefly.

With a deep gaze and a courteous demeanor, he sincerely said, “Madam Margaret, my family is quite

simple. No one can decide my marriage for me. Therefore, I will not tolerate any mistreatment of my

partner.

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“I’m glad to hear that,” Margaret said with relief.

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