Chapter 1186 A Match Made in Heaven.
Marie was aware of Dalton’s delicate condition. She had wanted to
pull Wynter away and call the family doctor then.
Yet, Dalton calmly told her, “Mrs. Quinnell, I’m not allergic to Wynter. It might be because she’s a baby.”
Dalton was exceptionally courteous, in contrast to Wynter, who kept. reaching her hands out, seemingly insisting on being held by him.
Theo and the other guests present couldn’t help but be amused by Wynter’s actions. Wynter, however, looked around with her big, round
eyes, not knowing what the guests were laughing at.
Perhaps it was because Dalton was considerate even at a young age
that he didn’t refuse.
He wouldn’t embarrass anyone in public. Instead, he took the
initiative and asked, “Mrs. Quinnell, I’ve never held a child before. May I hold Wynter?”
Who would refuse such a polite child?
Marie’s sons stood nearby and looked bewildered, as if wondering
why Dalton would want to carry Wynter. Did he want to carry her
because he didn’t have a sister himself?
Nevertheless, Marie was in a good mood and handed Wynter to
Dalton.
Dalton’s hold on Wynter wasn’t correct, but he was very careful. He was definitely more reliable compared to Marie’s sons who acted like
monkeys.
Wynter started laughing as soon as she was in his arms. It was as if she was very satisfied with the outcome.
It was from that moment that the marriage arrangement between the Quinnell and Yarwood families was truly established.
Theo said at the time. “I’ve never seen my grandson smile like this. He finally looks like a normal child now. It seems that the medium’s fable wasn’t wrong. Even without the fable, these two children are a good match.”
Wynter just laughed joyfully and was visibly happy.
Marie couldn’t help but smile as she recalled this memory and looked
at Wynter, who was all grown up now.
Wynter hung up the phone puzzledly and walked over. “Mom, what’s
so funny?”
“Nothing much. I just remembered how much you clung to Dalton.
when you were little,” Marie replied.
Wynter felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She asked with a
rare tone of disbelief, “Me? Clinging to him?”
Dalton turned his head slightly, his eyes filled with amusement. He
coughed softly with a hint of pride, “You had good taste when you
were with the Quinnell family.”
Wynter wondered what all this was about.
Dalton raised an eyebrow and whispered, “You used to cry and fuss, asking me to hold you. Now I can hardly get a hold of you for days at
a time. You were much cuter back then.”
Wynter couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re exaggerating. Me? Crying and fussing?”
“It was true. You always extended your arms and wanted to be carried by Dalton.”
Great. Now even Marie had confirmed Dalton’s statement. Wynter’s perception of her younger self had just been turned upside down.
But looking at Dalton’s face again, it wasn’t that hard to understand. After all, he looked like someone who had been good–looking since he was a child.
Wynter wanting him to hold her was undoubtedly because she couldn’t resist his charm. Beauty was truly a curse.
As Wynter lowered her head and shook it, Marie saw a glimpse of Wynter’s energetic younger self again, and the smile on her face grew even brighter.
Marie’s smile was captivating. She wore a light blue long dress today which made her already fair skin look even fairer. She exuded a charm that was increasingly mesmerizing the longer one looked at her.
Desmond and the managers from the Yarwood Group stood nearby, momentarily unable to recognize Marie, the woman rumored to have lost her mind. They were all struck by her natural and delicate charm.
It could be said that Marie’s current image was highly