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

make a lovely couple! What a catch!”

of all ages, though his height and. graceful demeanor

men from Waterview Alley who had secret crushes on

It was only moments ago that he tried to chat Wynter

look to know

Arnold a hard time. He smiled graciously and took the

of fish from Arnold, then said, “Thanks. How much is it?”

on helping

about his allergies.

was about to scan the payment

there and look

said

fell speechless at this. They

Dalton hadn’t hesitated to

crooks, but

couldn’t get his

the bodyguards no longer needed to drive across

great distances.

looks, each of them wondering if Dalton was turning over

vegetables on display. Dalton

radish selection. “You

stared at her long, dark hair. “I find it a

about butternut squash?” Wynter asked.

how mushy it gets,” he

her eyes. “Carrots then.”

frowned and said, “It

an extra

didn’t like and settled for other

greens.

he hadn’t minded