Chapter 279 Sweet Interaction


    Wynter raised a brow when she heard this. “I just told you not to get


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    so hung up on a fortune-teller’s… Mmph!”


    Dalton came up behind her and mped a hand around her m*uth. He pulled her into his arms. She


    heard him chuckle as he said quietly,


    “We’ll talkter.”


    Wynter narrowed her eyes, which brought out the mole in the corner


    of her eye.


    Dalton’s l*ps brushed against her hair, a restrained and polite gesture. “You can bite me after I show up


    on your doorstep. I bet your


    grandmother’s worried about you.


    “Even though you made it out of the vige, she’ll be furious with you, for taking such a bold risk in the


    first ce. You’ll need a buffer. I’ll go back with you and vouch for you.”


    He murmured these words slowly. His voice was so hushed that it was almost coaxing. Dalton’s beauty


    and charm persuaded Wynter, who nodded after briefly considering his suggestion.


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    She was so distracted by him that she hadn’t even realized how close


    they were.


    Fabian, on the other hand, glowered at Dalton with wide eyes. Dalton nced at the old man and


    shed him a ch*eky smile. “I doubt Mr.


    Quinnell Senior will tear us apart.”


    Such vicious words! Fabian gripped his cane tightly, his gray brows knitting close. He never knew how


    shameless Dalton could be.


    “We can discuss the matter of your rtionship some other time. If Wynter has no objections, then


    neither do I,” Fabian dered.


    He was far too sharp to fall for Dalton’s trap, and he wouldn’t allow his naive granddaughter to fall for it


    either!


    Wynter paid no mind to Dalton and Fabian’s unspoken duel. She had other things to concern herself


    with.


    After getting a read on Fabian’s vitality, she nced up at Alexis and asked, “Alexis, are you sure


    Grandpa’s prescription is still the same?”


    “Yes, I’m sure. I make it a point to source the ingredients for his medicine myself,” Alexis answered,


    knowing Wynter wouldn’t ask him this without reason. “Is there something wrong with Mr. Quinnell’s


    body?”


    Wynter hummed in response. “His breathing is morebored now, which is unusual if he’s been taking


    his medicine as prescribed. I’d


    like for you and Grandpa to return to Southdale with me.


    “I’ll give him a new prescription, and I’d appreciate it if you could keep an eye on Grandpa’s diet after


    that, Alexis.”


    “Very well. Thank you for being so considerate, Ms. Quinnell,” Alexis


    liked working for Wynter as her instructions were clear and


    straightforward. Her respect for the working ss was a bonus too.


    Fabian was over the moon today, though he repeatedly tried to rile


    Dalton up throughout the meal. If he could make Dalton snap, then Wynter would see Dalton for what


    he was-a scheming punk.


    However, Fabian’s efforts fell t, for Dalton remained perfectlyposed despite the old man’s


    provocation.


    He even went the extra mile to put Fabian at ease, such as by telling him, “Elliot’s fine, don’t worry.”


    In a show of well-trained charm, Dalton said, “Let us have a drink to celebrate your reunion with


    Wynter, Mr. Quinnell Senior. I’m d you’ll get to have her brilliantpany for the rest of your life.”


    Fabian snorted and clinked sses with Dalton. “I don’t need you to tell me how brilliant my little


    princess is.”


    Wynter wasn’t sure what to make of the two men’s interaction. She simply brushed it off and went off


    with Alexis to check on new


    prescriptions.


    When she returned to the table, Fabian and Dalton had already started e on drinks. However, Dalton,


    her beautiful patient, drank tea instead of


    alcohol.


    Alexis paused before pointing out dryly, “Ms. Quinnell, your


    grandfather is a lightweight.”


    Sure enough, Fabian broke down in tears after one drink, though he


    was crying out of joy.


    He clutched Wynter’s hand, his drunkennessced with guilt as he slurred, “Your parents might have


    messed up, Wynter, but I didn’t. I won’t ever mess up. I’ll give you everything I can.


    Wynter picked up on several things from Fabian’s drunken words. The first time she treated him, she


    had felt his affection for her. It was


    strange. Affection was something only Margaret had ever given her.


    And now, she had a grandfather and a brother, who was presently lying in a hospital bed, who would


    love her.


    Wynter might not go home with the Quinnells, but that didn’t mean she would reject their unadulterated


    kindness.


    Especially since Fabian had braced through the rain to see her today, an event that nearly caused his


    pneumonia to rpse.


    Wynter wouldn’t bring up anything too serious to Fabian, even if she still had some doubts.