NovelEnglishChapter 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 sstrings 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 handsas 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWynter 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 1.
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 sdeserving crooks, but now the man was acting as if he couldn't get his hands dirty at all.
On the bright side, the bodyguards no longer needed to drive across great distances.
They exchanged dubious looks, each of them wondering if Dalton was turning over a new leaf.
Presently, Wynter perused the vegetables on display. Dalton fell in step behind her.
She nodded at the radish selection. "You eat those, don't you?" Dalton stared at her long, dark hair. "I find it a rather bland vegetable." "What about butternut squash?" Wynter asked.
"I don't like how mushy it gets," he replied.
She narrowed her eyes. "Carrots then." He considered this, then frowned and said, "It smells funky to me." Having concluded that Dalton was an extra picky eater, Wynter avoided buying all the vegetables he didn't like and settled for other greens.
Frankly, she was surprised that he hadn't minded swallowing any of the medicinal food she'd made for him before.
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After a successful market haul, Dalton and Wynter made their way back to the house! Fabian and Margaret were still in the midst of conversation.
Ryan offered to help Wynter with the groceries, but she turned him down. "Wolf, go start a fire. We're cooking medicinal food today." Wolf immediately bounded over, his QR code still dangling from his. shoulder.
Wynter glanced at him curiously. "You made him pay you?" Wolf nodded and pointed at Dalton.
"I'm surprised you took his money." Wynter pointed out with a raised brow. "I thought you said he was dangerous."
Wolf signed his reply. Wynter pinched his face until his crooked incisors showed. Her gaze darkened as she said, "That's enough now. Give him back his money, Wolf. Greed isn't a good look on you." Wolf made a strangled noise. He never said no to Wynter.
As such, he obediently returned the money to Dalton and set off to start the fire, showcasing his super strength.
Wynter watched him at work, her gaze flickering as the first flames cto life and her face inscrutable.
The move to Kingbourne wasn't just for her sake, but it was for Wolf's as well. He had been away from Kingbourne for too long, and it was the went back.
Meanwhile, it was getting late in Kingbourne. Somewhere, someone demanded agitatedly, "What did you just say?"
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