Chapter 238 The <b>Taste </b>of Cherry Wine
Chapter 238 The Taste of Cherry Wine
“Le, 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 <b>a </b>
He thought his skills weren’t bad–but whe standing in front of someone he liked, even a confident man could be uncertain and cautious. He was nervous that his cooking might not suit her pte.
“It’s really good.”
Lily had no intention of getting any more entangled with him, but tasting the grilled eggnt 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<b>, </b>James‘ ears turned red in an instant.
He didn’t say another word. Once the eggnt 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.
But when he saw the 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 bottles of fruit wine and ced them in front of her.
“Le, didn’t you say you used to love cherry wine when you were a kid?”
“I had a winemaker brew a few batches for you. Try it and tell me how it tastes.”
Lily really did love fruit wine.
Her grandpa had been 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 cat.
Eventually, unable to bear it, he picked cherries from the orchard and made her a batch of sweet, gentle
wine.
His wine never got her drunk. It tasted even better than juice.
Every year when cherry season came, she’d stay at his house for a few days just to beg him for more.
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But then Grandpa passed. And not long after, her parents were gone too. She hadn’t <b>had </b>a drop since.
<b>She </b>never imagined that a casual mention in a chat would stick with James–that he’d <b>actually </b><b>go out </b>of <b>his </b>way to have a winemaker craft cherry wine just for her.
On the rack nearby, beautiful ss bottles gleamed. And it wasn’t just cherry wine.
There was white peach, lychee, blueberry, passionfruit… everything she could imagine.
“Le, I tried this one too–blueberry. It’s really good. Want to give it a shot?”
After Lily took a sip of the cherry wine he poured and her eyes lit up with pure joy, a rare smile bloomed in James‘ usually cold gaze.
“Sure.”
Seeing her agree, he quickly poured her a ss of the blueberry wine.
Then she tried the strawberry. Her lips grew glossier, glimmering with each sip.
Watching those plump, dewy lips move, James suddenly felt parched.
As warmth bloomed through his chest, flooding him with unfamiliar emotions, he found himself unable to look directly at her mouth. His ears burned red. He kept pouring her ss after ss<b>, </b>trying to hide it.
The winemaker he’d found really was top–notch–every vor tasted incredible.
Lily didn’t feel tipsy at all. The wine was sweet, smooth, and low in alcohol, so she didn’t give it a second thought.
Before she realized it, she’d tasted over a dozen varieties.
But after thest ss, her world suddenly tilted sideways.
“Elias, why does it feel like the mountain’s spinning? Is there an earthquake?”
Startled, she stood up in a panic and grabbed his hand, ready to bolt.
But her legs were unsteady–like the ground itself was tilting. Instead of dragging him along, she stumbled. straight into his arms.
“Earthquake?”
Confused, James quickly realized what had happened–she was drunk.
He hadn’t expected the fruit wine to hit her so hard, and now he was genuinely worried.
“Le, how do you feel? Are you okay anywhere?”
He bent down to check on her carefully.
At the sound of his voice, Lily raised her dazed eyes to his face. As she looked up, her soft, sticky–<b>sweet </b>lips brushed directly against his.
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It was like fireworks igniting across his skin. His mind exploded in a blinding white sh.
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Suddenly, it felt like peach blossoms were blooming in his head–millions of them, all at once, drowning him in color and scent.
He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.
She didn’t pull away.
If anything, she leaned in even closer, pressing her lips to his again like she’d found something she liked.
Her body inched toward him, and the soft scent on her skin curled into his lungs, clinging to his heart.
He was losing his mind.
The taste of her lips, the way they trembled against his… it reminded him so vividly of Lily.
But that couldn’t be<i>. </i>Le was a man. Lily was a woman.
There was no way they could be the same person.