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.

when he saw the way she scrunched up her little face, rubbing her belly with a pitiful look, he finally relented and

say you used to love

for

really did love fruit

allowed to drink–but whenever he drank, she’d eye his cup like a little greedy

to bear it, he picked cherries from the orchard and made her a batch

wine.

drunk. It tasted

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

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Taste of Cherry

parents were gone too. She hadn’t

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

beautiful glass bottles gleamed. And

blueberry, passionfruit… everything

one too–blueberry. It’s really good. Want to give it

sip of the cherry wine he poured and her eyes lit up with pure joy, a rare smile

“Sure.”

her

tried the strawberry. Her lips grew

those plump, dewy lips move, James suddenly

flooding him with unfamiliar emotions, he found himself unable to look directly at her mouth. His ears burned red. He kept pouring her

found really was top–notch–every

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

she’d tasted

after the last glass, her world

why does it feel like the mountain’s

stood up in a panic and grabbed

ground itself was tilting. Instead of

“Earthquake?”