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.

course,” Ian replied. “I may forget many things,

was the

they brought it,” Richard grumbled, standing

thing that bothered him was that Yvonne’s feelings had

“Richard?”

Yvonne’s little head.

he caught the scent of homemade wine drifting from the room, his eyes lit up, gleaming

still looking confused, Ian chuckled and gently guided

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filling the room. Next to it were two small glasses,

around him was appealing, Richard’s attention was fixed on the homemade

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

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

He thought wistfully that the whole bottle would probably be gone in one go, wishing he could join

picked up a clean glass and poured some delicate jasmine

brewed briefly, as 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 still

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

He wondered, ‘So, this is what it feels like to be silenced by something

stopped thinking and took a sip.

gentle flavor that instantly

wine’s unique bitterness kept it from feeling too sweet, and its taste was rich yet delicate, like fine silk. It slid

a lingering, deep flavor–vibrant, yet subtle. The aftertaste was long and

that

lover of fine wine, had tasted countless varieties throughout his years. From domestic to foreign, private collections, some of which were decades or even

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 memorable experience.

what a

in one gulp, his eyes gleaming with excitement. His energy seemed to surge,

was about to pour another glass, he suddenly

the wine left a lingering fragrance as it began to heat up. It wasn’t the burn of