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.

grandmother told

lovely couple! What a catch!”

all ages, though his height and. graceful demeanor

Waterview Alley who had secret crushes on Wynter couldn’t help conceding to Dalton’s superiority.

the fishmonger, flushed in embarrassment when he saw Dalton. It was only moments ago that he tried

to know Arnold

time. He smiled graciously and took the

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

so focused on helping Wynter carry her groceries

about his allergies.

was about to scan the payment code when

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

Dalton said obediently,

at this. They never

would come. After all, Dalton hadn’t hesitated

to punish some deserving crooks, but

he couldn’t get his hands dirty

bright side, the bodyguards no longer needed to drive

great distances.

dubious looks, each of them wondering if Dalton

Wynter perused the vegetables on display. Dalton fell in step

selection. “You eat

hair. “I find it

butternut squash?” Wynter

don’t like how mushy it gets,” he

narrowed her eyes. “Carrots then.”

this, then frowned and said, “It smells funky to

concluded that Dalton was an

vegetables he didn’t like and settled for

greens.

he hadn’t minded swallowing any