Chapter 520 Jealousy


    The head chef, who had never seen a child with such a big appetite before, turned to Lester in surprise.


    Seeing this, Wynter smilingly said, “Go ahead and roast one for him. He’s got a big appetite.”


    “One leg might not be enough.” Dalton fiddled with his scarlet rosary bracelet. “Wynter surely won’t feel


    at ease about Mrs. Quinnell going to Hawford alone.


    “Let Wolf apany Mrs. Quinnell. He can bring along a mutton leg to eat on the way.”


    Wolf, with his r o u n d e y e s, turned to Dalton. Although he wanted to change his opinion of Dalton


    even just a little, he decided not to after staring at him for a while.


    Dalton still felt dangerous to him!


    Upon seeing this, Lester immediately instructed the head chef to get on with roasting the mutton.


    Wolf wasn’t picky. After he gathered up the donkey meat on the dining table, he boldly approached


    Marie. Since he was going to get hungry during the walk, he might as well eat while walking.


    Marie was truly fond of Wolf’s innocence. She smilingly took him away.


    Now that there were no elders around, Dalton’s demeanor changed.


    He loosened his cor with one hand while the other tousled Wynter’s hair, whispering in Wynter’s ear,


    have too many rtives, and I’m a sickly child.


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    “Grandpa has always worried about someone getting sick and passing it to me during Christmas. I


    usually only meet those rtives once. I can’t remember that many people.”


    “You can’t?” Wynter asked. She remembered vividly the equipment he had folded in his hands. How


    could someone with such an exceptional ability to remember faces forget others easily?


    Dalton leaned against her ear and let out a deep chuckle before confessing, “It sure is hard to fool my


    fiancée.


    “I do have a cousin who’s only 13, so I shouldn’t have a brother-inw who I don’t know about.


    Besides, no one would dare bring me alcohol.”


    Dalton’s gaze swept over to Lester, his eyes dark and profound.


    He continued, “Whoever is doing this in the Yarwood family is practically trying to get themselves


    killed.”


    Lester’s hands trembled slightly at those words. Despite Dalton’s polite demeanor, there was an air of


    seriousness about him.


    Lester had actually seen Dalton deal with people before. Dalton was the type who would only think it


    was dirty to stain his hands with blood.”


    When Wynter noticed Lester’s trembling, she raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze falling on Dalton.


    Was he really that terrifying?


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    She found him rather good-looking, except for the asional overwhelming dark air that seemed to


    spill out from his body.


    Wynter


    unknowingly wanted tofort Dalton, only to have him hold her hand in return.


    He had a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth as he mentioned, “In other words, the person who


    sent me the wine didn’t think things through.”


    Dalton generally didn’t openly talk much about matters. Plus, in front of Wynter, he always maintained


    at harmless, sickly image.


    He hadn’t thought about shedding his image. However, it was obvious that the culprit who mentioned a


    brother-inw was aiming for the person next to him instead of Dalton himself.


    After all, no one dared to impersonate one of the Yarwood family’s rtives.


    Wynter also thought about this. After she looked at the bottle of wine, her eyes were slightly dim as she


    met Lester’s gaze.


    She politely asked, “Excuse me, did you or the sender choose this bottle of wine? It’s not a cheap one.”


    Lester was taken aback. “They only instructed us to send a bottle of wine over. They didn’t mention the


    price.”


    “They didn’t mention the price,” Wynter repeated. Smiling, she twirled her teacup. “Students from


    Sacred Heart Medical University. Brother-inw.” Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Lester didn’t know that each repetition from Wynter was a point directly pointing to a person.


    He nodded and exined, “Yes, there were about eight or nine of them. Judging from their ent, they


    all seem to be from the southern region.”


    Hearing that, Wynter immediately knew who they were. Still, she didn’t know what exactly they were


    thinking.


    “Why would they give Dalton wine?” she asked.


    Clearly, Dalton understood this better than Wynter. His thin lips slowly curled into an unusually beautiful


    smile as he concluded, “They are probably trying to show off their wealth.”