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.

young man your grandmother told us you were seeing? My goodness, he’s

two make a lovely couple! What

all ages, though his height

secret crushes on Wynter couldn’t help conceding to Dalton’s

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

to look to know Arnold was embarrassed, but

hard time. He smiled

Arnold, then

was so focused on helping

forgotten about his

was about to scan the payment code when Wynter

all you have to do is stand there and look pretty. I don’t want precious cargo

Dalton said obediently, grinning.

fell speechless at this. They

come. After all, Dalton hadn’t hesitated

to punish some deserving crooks, but now

get his hands dirty at all.

the bright side, the bodyguards no longer needed to drive

great distances.

looks, each of them wondering if Dalton was turning

on display. Dalton fell in

selection. “You

“I find it a rather bland vegetable.”

butternut squash?” Wynter asked.

don’t like how mushy

narrowed her eyes. “Carrots then.”

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

was an

all the vegetables he didn’t like and settled for

greens.

surprised that he hadn’t minded