Novel & Cerita The Winemaker's Wife

Beside them, Cid had been staring fixedly at her pronounced cleavage. "Hmm…? Do you know this lady?" Frank asked in curiosity as he stared at the waitress. "Oh, she's my wife. We just got married last year." Pax introduced Gigi to everyone and smugly raised his glass. "This wine is one of my precious collections—our dear president himself serves this to important figures from abroad. Here, try it." With those words, Pax chugged his glass. Hux was studying the wine curiously in turn—the whiteness was crystal clear with a little hint of yellow sedimentation. Being a connoisseur himself over the years, he could see that Pax was right that it was rare, fine wine.

The woman was Ryan’s wife, Rei. She scolded Ryan when she saw him talking to others. Ryan shrugged and said, “Rei, this is Winnie Souffle from Shangrila Group…” “I don’t care what souffle or pancake! If they are not here to see a doctor or buy medicine, tell them to… Wait, what? What did you say?” Rei widened her eyes at Winnie. “Winnie White you mean? James White’s wife?”

"I never get so superior when it comes to my pixie." "To my wife as well," Warren said. His wife died years ago. Maybe it's already seven years ago. We talk further and I told them about Natalie's brilliant ideas on mixing the wines with their perfect food and whatnots. We will endorse it together with the perfect food for it so our customers would buy it as well. We went to our tent at ten and I can't stop thinking about her. I watch her videos more than once on my phone and watch her smile beautifully and shake her beautiful ass as her breast jiggles that men drool over.

He says and I look at Mila for an explanation. “Ignora il mio marito.” She says, waving a hand in his direction as if to tell him to go away. Now I understand why she is in the kitchen, looking like she belongs. Her husband it the chef. She grabs a bottle of expensive-looking wine and points it at me, I start to shake my head but then she clicks her tongue at me. “Non puoi cucinare con il vino senza berlo.” She says and when she sees my confusion, she repeats what she said in English. “You can’t cook with wine, and not drink wine.” She says and I can’t argue with that. She pours three glasses of wine just as Dalon walks in and then promptly takes the beer out of his hand and replaces it with

She emphasized the last two words, watching for my reaction. “I honestly don't care whom he meets. I don't put a leash on my husband or check who he is meeting all the time.” I kept my expression neutral; years of hospitality training served me well. I then added, "Our wine selection is particularly excellent today. May I recommend the Château Margaux? It pairs wonderfully with our chef's specialties?" Her smile faltered slightly at my composure. "You're quite composed for someone whose husband is meeting his mistress." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. What did she expect from me? A dramatic display of jealousy? Bawl my eyes out because my husband is divorcing me for her? I'd rather die

"No, my husband loved me until she entered the picture and destroyed my family!" "And Gattani wants you to take that little secret to your grave. “Drink the wine, and let's get this over with." As I stood up, I took the wine from the table and extended it to her. She took it from me with trembling hands. I cracked a smile. "Good, girl." I waited and watched as she raised the glass to her lips. She paused before emptying the contents. I beamed. "It tastes good, doesn't it? Have a good time in hell." I exited the room with a wave to her. *~*

They waited for her to continue. “There is a bottle of wine that I want for my wedding—Mona Estate Vineyard, Gabernet Sauvignon, 2016.” Rivena said, “I tried calling that vineyard, but the owner is not responding. Can you go down there and see what happened? And if anyone of you can bring back a bottle for me, that would be nice.” “Absolutely,” Damien nodded. “Anything for you, Luna Rivena,” Westin smiled. The two men glanced at each other. Both were determined to win.

Initially, I wasn't paying much attention, but then one of the trainers casually dropped a line that made me freeze in place. "Mark, was that woman as good as you said?" "Of course! She was wild! She invited me to her place on her wedding anniversary, but I almost got caught by her husband!" "Ha! You'd better be careful; don't get yourself killed!" "Please! I was hanging out the window, and he didn't even notice! Want to know how it ended? She kicked him to the couch, and I spent the night making love to her in the bedroom, and I only left in the morning!"

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.