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

Chapter 296 Picky Eater

Dalton arrived at the farmer’s market to see Wynter bustling around, giving consultation to the market folk instead of buying groceries.

He had never seen anyone more well-liked by senior citizens than

Wynter.

Before coming to Southdale, Dalton had intended to pull some strings for Wynter’s sake, only to realize that she didn’t need his help at all. He was even more surprised to learn that she knew Jackson

personally.

Dalton watched Wynter from a distance as he toyed with his beaded

bracelet, his expression pensive.

Wynter, on the other hand, didn’t notice Dalton at all. She went around examining the pulses of the market folk, carrying her grocery basket

in her free hand.

Suddenly, someone took the basket away.

She whirled around to see Dalton staring at her. He was as handsome

as ever, with a bookish charm to his appearance. She noticed that he looked less intimidating today, but that was probably because he

wasn’t wearing his glasses.

Wynter could tell he had put in effort to avoid drawing attention to himself. He had foregone his usual business attire in favor of a

windbreaker.

Unfortunately, his plan of blending in with the market folk failed, for

the elderly folk swarmed around him as soon as he showed up.

man your grandmother told us you were seeing? My goodness,

a lovely couple! What

on women of all ages, though his height and. graceful

men from Waterview Alley who had secret crushes on Wynter couldn’t help

embarrassment when he saw Dalton. It was only moments ago that he tried to chat

to look to know Arnold was embarrassed, but he

time. He smiled graciously and

fish from Arnold, then said, “Thanks.

helping Wynter

forgotten about his

about to scan the payment

all you have to do is stand there and look pretty. I don’t want precious cargo like you

Dalton said obediently, grinning.

speechless at this. They never

Dalton hadn’t hesitated to get

punish some deserving crooks, but now

get his hands dirty at all.

bodyguards no longer needed to drive

great distances.

exchanged dubious looks, each of them wondering if Dalton was turning over a

vegetables on display. Dalton fell in

the radish selection. “You eat those,

her long, dark hair. “I find it a rather bland vegetable.”

about butternut squash?” Wynter asked.

how mushy it gets,” he replied.

narrowed her eyes. “Carrots

frowned and said, “It smells funky

was an extra picky eater, Wynter

didn’t like and settled

greens.

he hadn’t minded