Chapter 686

Dalton was practically choking on his laugh. "Wait, you said it was urgent, and you went running... to buy pomelos?" "There was this auntie selling them by the street, and she asked if I'd just gotten outta jail. Like, seriously? I've got this righteous vibe going on—do I look like I'd end up behind bars?" James was still grumbling, clearly offended the woman didn't recognize his greatness. Madeleine exchanged a glance with Dalton, both of them sighing, but with amused smiles tugging at their lips. "These are actually pretty sweet. Don't waste 'em." James carefully placed the peeled pomelo segments into a plastic bag with surprising neatness. Turns out, the guy had a hidden talent for peeling fruits. Madeleine took one piece and popped it in her mouth. She had to admit—it was tasty. "She wasn't lying, right?" James asked while steering the wheel. Madeleine shook her head. "It's good." James looked satisfied. "Nice. Then I won't hold it against her for thinking I looked like some crimin