Love And Gelato Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

People at the restaurant recognised and casually greeted Wolf, indicating that it was probably one of his regular authentic Italian spots. "What's going on? You didn't answer my question." Zoe wanted to know what was happening. "Later. Finish first." Wolf pointed at the dessert that had just arrived: matcha gelato with sprinkled pistachios on top. Zoe nodded and scooped up the sweet dish. Tasty, but she wondered about Wolf's plan. She wasn't the type to explain extensively, and Wolf's plans were usually surprising. Zoe suspected that the sudden change of plans was dangerous. "Done?" Wolf asked.

One slice was way too big for her mouth, so naturally she was biting it straight from the middle like a criminal. Behind her, Hazel was holding up a cup of gelato to the camera with the flat expression of a lawyer currently questioning every life choice she had ever made. Rhea was halfway in frame, her lipstick still perfect, holding a pistachio cone and looking like a woman who was either babysitting a child or the victim of an extremely expensive kidnapping. And in the corner of the couch, Salma.

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“Then it makes chocolate gelato automatically. Problem solved.” From the kitchen came Luca’s voice, rich with amusement. “I heard that!” He appeared moments later, sleeves rolled up, a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. The years had deepened the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but also broadened the sense of ease in his presence. He carried himself like a man who had once been forced into battle but had chosen, deliberately, stubbornly, to lay down his sword and build instead. “Chocolate gelato fixes everything,” Luca said, swooping Noah into a hug. “Maybe we should patent this invention.”

I uttered to myself as the door opened and a waiter who appeared to be a butler actually approached me to greet me. As soon as I walked into the gelato cafe, my jaw dropped to the floor. Of all the people that I would eventually see here, I never would have imagined that it would actually be my husband, Justin, who was at that very moment spooning Roxina the gelato ice cream in such a sweet and tender manner.

Andre said smoothly. She gave a small laugh and nodded. Inside, they ordered scoops in crystal bowls—Vanessa chose pistachio and vanilla, and Andre got espresso and dark chocolate. They sat under a canopy just outside the shop, still sheltered by the red umbrella. The first taste made Vanessa sigh with happiness. “This is amazing,” she murmured, eyes wide. Andre watched her with soft amusement. “You act like it’s your first time eating gelato.” “It kind of is,” she admitted, taking another spoonful.

Not just any cherry gelato. That exact one. Hand-churned, tart enough to make your eyes water, served in a paper cup with a tiny wooden spoon. Dante was already sitting up when I rolled over, eyes glowing in the dark. “Tell me,” he said, voice rough from sleep. “Sour cherry gelato. From Gelateria Savoia. Now.” He was out of bed, pulling on jeans before I finished the sentence. “Keys,” he muttered, dialing Malcolm at the same time.

“I’m not done nagging.” “I can hear you from Italy.” His voice rumbled against my chest. “Your voice is loud.” Laughter cracked around us. “I love you,” I whispered, so soft it barely existed. “More than all the gelato in Italy. Even more than your four cats.” He blinked. “Even Pepper?” “Even Pepper.” “I love you too,” he shot back, as quick as he ran. “But I’m still eating gelato.” He tried to pull away, but I wasn’t done. I hugged him again, tighter, until he squirmed.

Alana and Leo then strolled through the streets of Venice with wide smiles. They walked hand in hand, and Alana's plan this time was going exactly as she wanted. Alana felt satisfied riding the gondola accompanied by her husband's melodious voice, and afterwards, of course, with her stomach needing to be filled, Alana immediately made a list of foods she would never miss while in Venice, Italy. The first item on the list was to try the smooth taste of Italian gelato.

~GUILIA’S POV~ Rocco went to get our gelato, while I picked a table under a tree where we could see the playground. A few kids were chasing each other around, sticky hands and chocolate-stained cheeks. Their laughter rang loud in the warm air. A few minutes later, Rocco returned with two cups of gelato. Mine was pistachio with caramel swirls. His was lemon with a scoop of berry compote on top. I licked it immediately and moaned. “Oh my God. I think I’m in love.”