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.

is this the young man your grandmother told us you were seeing? My goodness,

make a lovely

though

young men from Waterview Alley who had secret crushes on

he saw Dalton. It was only moments ago that

didn’t need to look to know Arnold was embarrassed, but

Arnold a hard time. He smiled graciously and

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

helping Wynter

about his allergies.

scan the payment

do is stand there and look

said obediently,

speechless at this. They never thought this

come. After all, Dalton hadn’t hesitated to

punish some deserving crooks, but now

he couldn’t get his hands dirty at

bright side, the bodyguards no longer

great distances.

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

vegetables on display. Dalton fell in step behind her.

the radish selection.

long, dark hair. “I find

about butternut squash?” Wynter asked.

how mushy it gets,” he replied.

eyes. “Carrots

then frowned and said, “It

Dalton was an extra picky eater,

all the vegetables he didn’t like and settled for

greens.

he hadn’t minded swallowing any of