The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 296

hapter 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.

“Wynter, is this the young man your grandmother told us you were seeing? My goodness, he’s handsome!”

“You two make a lovely couple! What a catch!”

Dalton’s charm worked on women of all ages, though his height and. graceful demeanor helped too.

Even the young men from Waterview Alley who had secret crushes on Wynter couldn’t help conceding to Dalton’s superiority.

Arnold Hammond, the fishmonger, flushed in embarrassment when he saw Dalton. It was only moments ago that he tried to chat Wynter

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

didn’t give Arnold a hard time. He smiled graciously and took the

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

Dalton was so focused on helping Wynter carry her groceries that

he’d forgotten about his allergies.

He was about to scan the payment code when Wynter quickly

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

“Okay,” Dalton said obediently, grinning.

Dalton’s bodyguards fell speechless at this. They never thought this

day would come. After all, Dalton hadn’t hesitated to get blood on his

hands to punish some deserving crooks, but now the man was acting