Abandoned Super Cutie Adopted by Billionaire Clan

Chapter 187

Chapter 187

Ian, who had followed them out, wore a look of discomfort that was hard to ignore.

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“Who would dare mistreat him?” he muttered to himself. “Always playing these tricks on the kids, though–who knows what he wants this time.”

Feeling deeply wronged, Richard crouched down and pulled Yvonne into his arms.

Richard thought, “This is unfair. The gardener enjoys homemade fruit wine, but here I am, a grandfather, without a drop! Is that even right?‘

Holding the soft, fluffy little bundle in his arms, Richard continued his complaint.

“Yvonne, it’s bad enough that I don’t get to enjoy the homemade wine, but at least you’re here thinking of me.”

It sounded as if Richard had spent two and a half years learning from Charles, mastering the art of subtle manipulation.

And, of course, the sweet, innocent Yvonne was precisely the one to fall for. She stretched out her chubby little hand, pushing at Richard, her voice full of determination.

“Richard, get up, I will give you some!”

She didn’t know what homemade wine was, but she genuinely wanted to help Richard. She huffed and puffed, struggling for a while, but couldn’t get him to stand up.

Unable to watch this any longer, Ian walked over.

“Mr. Adler, you didn’t even go home and came here straight to complain to Yvonne, did you?”

Richard looked up at him, confused. “How did you know?”

How could Ian not know? He’d just had people bring over a jar of homemade wine and place it in the most prominent spot in the living room.

If Richard had bothered to go home and look around, he would’ve known there was no need to claim he had been mistreated.

Seeing Ian’s expression of disbelief, Richard slowly realized he had made a significant blunder. “Did they bring me some too?” Richard asked.

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least they brought it,” Richard

bothered him

“Richard?”

expression as he gently ruffled Yvonne’s little head. “You’ve got it wrong, Yvonne. No one’s been mistreating

scent of homemade wine drifting from the room, his eyes lit up, gleaming like he’d discovered treasure. Drawn by

confused, Ian chuckled and gently guided her inside. “Looks like I’ve made the wrong choice,

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filling the room. Next to it were two small glasses, delicately matching the bottle. Tiny jasmine petals floated inside the glasses, so real they almost looked

everything around him was appealing, Richard’s attention was fixed on the homemade wine in the bottle.

nearby, saw Richard heading for the wine. He started to warn him, but stopped when he realized it was Richard. Without saying another word,

Holmes family and the Adler family, was a force to be reckoned with. Besides Tinley and Yvonne, no one could genuinely control him.

help but feel a twinge of regret. He thought wistfully that the whole bottle would probably be gone in

and poured some delicate

its color was a light, creamy yellow. Typically, the longer the wine settles, the deeper and more vibrant the color becomes. However, its fragrance was already strong–one could smell it even while it was

scent, but his mind went blank as he brought the glass to his nose. All the words he had prepared to say faded away.

one thought ran through his mind. He wondered, ‘So, this is what it feels like to be silenced by something so

stopped thinking and took

gentle flavor that

it from feeling too sweet, and its taste was rich yet

behind a lingering, deep flavor–vibrant, yet subtle. The aftertaste

and naturally rich, a rarity that could only

countless varieties throughout his years. From domestic

so many, the memories of most of those wines faded with time, even those he

jasmine wine left an indelible mark on his wine–tasting journey, standing out as the most

what a great

eyes gleaming with excitement. His energy seemed to surge, and he looked years younger for a

he was about to pour another glass, he suddenly felt a warmth spread through his body.

lingering fragrance as it began to heat up. It wasn’t the burn of strong liquor–it was a gentle warmth, flowing through his body and spreading to his limbs and