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.

may forget many things, but I’ll

was

least they brought it,” Richard grumbled, standing up.

wasn’t embarrassed; the only thing that bothered him was that Yvonne’s feelings had

“Richard?”

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

room, his eyes lit up, gleaming like he’d discovered

still looking confused, Ian chuckled and gently guided her inside. “Looks

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homemade wine stood, its fragrance filling the room. Next to it were two small glasses, delicately matching the bottle. Tiny jasmine

was appealing, Richard’s attention was fixed on the homemade wine

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

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

thought wistfully that

clean glass and poured some delicate jasmine

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

comment on its scent, but his mind went blank as he brought the

wondered, ‘So, this is what it feels like to be

stopped thinking and

sweet, gentle flavor that instantly filled his mouth–the jasmine aroma

unique bitterness kept it from feeling too sweet, and its taste was rich yet delicate, like

passed, it left behind a lingering, deep flavor–vibrant, yet subtle. The aftertaste was long

that could

countless varieties throughout his years. From domestic to foreign, private collections, some

the memories of most of those wines faded with time, even those

this simple bottle of jasmine wine left an indelible mark on his

a great

His energy seemed to surge, and he looked years

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

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