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.

your grandmother told us you were seeing? My goodness, he’s handsome!”

two make a lovely

ages, though his height

young men from Waterview Alley who had secret crushes on Wynter

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

know Arnold was embarrassed, but

time. He smiled graciously and took the

Arnold, then said, “Thanks.

helping

forgotten about his

was about to scan the payment code when

and look

said obediently,

fell speechless at this. They never thought this

come. After all, Dalton hadn’t hesitated

to punish some deserving crooks, but now the

couldn’t get his hands dirty at all.

no longer needed to drive across

great distances.

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

the vegetables on display.

the radish selection. “You eat those, don’t

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

about butternut squash?” Wynter asked.

don’t like how mushy it gets,”

narrowed her eyes. “Carrots

then frowned and said, “It smells funky to me.”

that Dalton was an extra picky eater, Wynter

vegetables he didn’t like and settled for other

greens.

she was surprised that he