The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276 Atwater Munoz’s Fable

Perhaps it was because Dalton had such nice wrists that he made

wearing a scrunchie look fashionable and elegant.

Wynter couldn’t resist glancing at his wrist a second time. Suddenly,

she asked, “So what’s the Quinnells’ stance on this whole Ms.

Quinnell business?”

“Mr. Quinnell Senior spent many years searching for her,” Dalton began with a smile, pushing the plate of pizza toward Wynter. “Why the sudden curiosity?”

She feigned nonchalance. “I figured I’d get to know my patient a little

better. You’re a distant relative of his, after all.”

Dalton was adding a few splashes of tabasco to his pizza when

Wynter’s answer made him pause.

He confessed pleasantly, “Technically, I’m not. Our grandfathers just

knew each other. If we were related, then I wouldn’t have been

engaged to Ms. Quinnell in the first place.”

It was only then that Wynter was reminded of the engagement. She gave Dalton an odd look.

To avoid her getting the wrong idea, Dalton quickly explained, “The engagement’s been called off. There’s no bad blood, though, now that the Quinnells have found their long-lost heiress.”

“Oh,” Wynter said. She took another bite of her pizza. She didn’t mind. that the engagement had been called off. She had no intention of getting married young anyway.

Dalton chuckled lightly and elaborated, “I’ve never met Ms. Quinnell

before. The whole engagement happened when we were children, all

because my family believed in a so-called fable and wanted me to live longer.

“What fable?” Wynter’s interest was sufficiently piqued.

had to know everything about herself. Besides, her old job had been

to dig deep for information.

y, she

Loosening the top button of his shirt, Dalton surveyed Wynter in amusement, his dark eyes glittering. “There was this great fortune- teller who told my family that I would not live past the age of 30

unless I married Ms. Quinnell.”

Wynter laughed. “Fortune-teller? More like a charlatan.”

Dalton pressed his fingers to her l*ps to quiet her. “Hush, you’re still too young and healthy to need to consult a fortune-teller.