Chapter 502 A Sense Of Jealousy

• The head chef turned to Lester, surprised to find a toddler with such a large appetite. When Wynter saw this, he grinned and added, "Go ahead and roast one for him." He has a voracious appetite. "One leg might not be sufficient." Dalton played with his bracelet of crimson rosaries. "Wynter will undoubtedly be uncomfortable with Mrs. Quinnell traveling to Hawford by herself. Let Wolf go with her." On the way, he can bring a leg of mutton to eat. Wolf, with his r o u n d e y e s, turned to Dalton. After looking at Dalton for a long time, he made the decision not to modify his view of him, even though he wanted to.
• He still thought Dalton was dangerous! As soon as he saw this, Lester told the head chef to start roasting the mutton. Wolf wasn't particular. He picked up the donkey meat from the dining table and strode over to Marie. He may as well eat while walking because he was going to grow hungry. Wolf's innocence was something Marie genuinely liked. She removed him with a smile. Dalton's attitude altered now that the elders were gone. He whispered in Wynter's ear, "I'm a sickly child, and I have too many relatives," as he undid his collar with one hand and tangled Wynter's hair with the other.
• “Grandpa’s 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, clearly recalling the equipment he had folded in his hands. How could someone with such a remarkable ability to remember faces forget others so easily? Dalton leaned against her ear and chuckled deeply before admitting, “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 whom I don’t know about. Besides, no one would dare bring me alcohol.” Dalton’s eyes swept over to Lester, his eyes dark and profound.