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 clamped a hand around her m*uth. He pulled her into his arms. She heard him chuckle as he said quietly,
“We’ll talk later.”
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 village, she’ll be furious with you, for taking such a bold risk in the first place. 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.
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 glanced at the old man and flashed 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 relationship some other time. If Wynter has no objections, then neither do I,” Fabian declared.
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 glanced 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 more labored 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 class 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 flat, for Dalton remained perfectly composed 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 glad you’ll get to have her brilliant company for the rest of your life.”
Fabian snorted and clinked glasses 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 drunkenness laced 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 relapse.
Wynter wouldn’t bring up anything too serious to Fabian, even if she still had some doubts.
