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.

the young man your grandmother told

two make a lovely

charm worked on women of all ages, though his height

the young men from Waterview Alley who had secret crushes on

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

to know

a hard time. He smiled graciously and took the

bag of fish from Arnold, then said, “Thanks. How

on helping Wynter carry her groceries that

forgotten about his

the payment code when

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

said obediently, grinning.

this. They

Dalton hadn’t hesitated to get blood

punish some deserving crooks, but now

get his hands dirty at all.

bodyguards no longer needed

great distances.

wondering if Dalton was turning over

on display. Dalton fell in step behind

selection. “You eat those,

dark hair. “I find

squash?”

like how mushy it gets,” he

eyes. “Carrots then.”

said, “It smells

that Dalton was an extra picky eater,

vegetables he didn’t like and settled for

greens.

she was surprised that he hadn’t minded