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 us you

two make a lovely couple! What

of all ages, though his height and. graceful demeanor

the young men from Waterview Alley who had secret

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

need to look to know Arnold was embarrassed, but he

give Arnold a hard time. He smiled graciously

from Arnold, then said, “Thanks. How

on helping Wynter carry

forgotten about his

scan the payment code when Wynter

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

said obediently, grinning.

fell speechless at this.

come. After all, Dalton hadn’t hesitated to get

some deserving crooks, but now

his hands dirty at all.

bodyguards no longer needed to drive

great distances.

them wondering if Dalton

on display. Dalton fell in step behind her.

nodded at the radish selection. “You

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

squash?” Wynter asked.

how mushy it gets,” he

eyes. “Carrots then.”

said, “It smells funky to me.”

an extra picky

the vegetables he didn’t

greens.

was surprised that he