Chapter 520

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 accompany 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 collar with one hand while the other tousled Wynter’s hair, whispering in Wynter’s ear,

have too many relatives, 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 relatives 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-in-law 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 occasional overwhelming dark air that seemed to

spill out from his body.

Wynter

unknowingly wanted to comfort 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-in-law 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 relatives.

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-in-law.”

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

He nodded and explained, “Yes, there were about eight or nine of them. Judging from their accent, 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.”