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.

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 bottles of fruit wine and

say you used to love

a few batches for you. Try

did love

had been a master brewer. He used to tell her kids weren’t allowed to drink–but whenever

from the orchard and made her a batch

wine.

got her drunk. It

season came, she’d stay at his house for a few days just to beg him

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Taste

parents were gone too. She hadn’t had a drop

imagined that a casual mention in a chat would stick with James–that he’d actually go out of his way to have a winemaker craft cherry

rack nearby, beautiful glass bottles gleamed. And it

was white peach, lychee, blueberry, passionfruit…

really good. Want to

eyes lit up with

“Sure.”

poured her a glass of the

lips grew glossier,

those plump, dewy lips move, James suddenly

unable to look directly at her mouth.

really was top–notch–every

wine was sweet, smooth, and low in alcohol, so she didn’t

realized it, she’d tasted over a

glass, her world suddenly tilted

why does it feel like the mountain’s spinning? Is

she stood up in a panic and grabbed his hand, ready to

Instead of

“Earthquake?”