Chapter 276 Atwater Munoz's Fable

Perhaps it was because Dalton had such nice wrists that he made wearing a scrunchie look fashionable and elegant. Wynter couldn't resist glancing at his wrist a second time. Suddenly, she asked, "So what's the Quinnells' stance on this whole Ms. Quinnell business?" "Mr. Quinnell Senior spent many years searching for her," Dalton began with a smile, pushing the plate of pizza toward Wynter. "Why the sudden curiosity?" She feigned nonchalance. "I figured I'd get to know my patient a little better. You're a distant relative of his, after all." Dalton was adding a few splashes of tabasco to his pizza when Wynter's answer made him pause. He confessed pleasantly, "Technically, I'm not. Our grandfathers just knew each other. If we were related, then I wouldn't have been engaged to Ms. Quinnell in the first place." It was only then that Wynter was reminded of the engagement. She gave Dalton an odd look. To avoid her getting the wrong idea, Dalton quickly explained, "The engagement's be