The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 238 The Taste of Cherry Wine

Chapter 238 The Taste of Cherry Wine

“Leila, how’s the taste?”

James had always been a quick learner.

Before meeting her in person, he had eve few top chefs.

spent an entire afternoon learning barbecue techniques from a

He thought his skills weren’t bad–but whe standing in front of someone he liked, even a confident man could become uncertain and cautious. He was nervous that his cooking might not suit her palate.

“It’s really good.”

Lily had no intention of getting any more entangled with him, but tasting the grilled eggplant he’d made just for her, and seeing the warmth and anticipation in his eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything

cold or dismissive..

Maybe it was just the heat from the grill, but after hearing her praise, James‘ ears turned red in an instant.

He didn’t say another word. Once the eggplant was done, he grilled skewers. After the skewers, fish. After the fish, shrimp…

Every time he finished a batch, he couldn’t help but bring them over to her.

It became a routine he never seemed to tire of.

“Elias, I really can’t eat another bite. I’m gonna explode.”

Seeing him approaching again with two unfamiliar–looking fish skewers, Lily quickly waved him off. “You eat. My stomach’s already round.”

James had been worried she hadn’t eaten enough.

way she scrunched up her little face, rubbing her belly with a pitiful look, he finally relented and set the skewers aside. Instead, he took out a few

didn’t you say you used to love cherry wine

a few batches for you. Try it and tell me how it

really did love

a master brewer. He used to tell her kids weren’t allowed to drink–but whenever he drank, she’d eye his cup like a little greedy

cherries from the orchard and made her a batch of

wine.

her drunk. It

his house for a few days just

1/3

The Taste of

Grandpa passed. And not long after, her parents were gone too.

a casual mention in a chat would stick with James–that he’d actually go out of his

glass bottles

white peach, lychee, blueberry, passionfruit…

really good. Want to

of the cherry wine he poured and her eyes lit up with pure

“Sure.”

poured her

the strawberry. Her lips grew

lips

unable to look directly at her mouth. His ears burned red. He kept pouring her glass after glass, trying to hide

really was top–notch–every flavor tasted

didn’t feel tipsy at all. The wine was sweet, smooth, and low in alcohol,

it, she’d

last glass, her

the mountain’s spinning? Is there

in a panic and grabbed his hand, ready

tilting. Instead of dragging him along, she stumbled. straight

“Earthquake?”