Chapter 172: Struggled with social anxiety
The next morning, everyone set out for the vineyard. Lucius had given strict instructions to the three men not to follow, desiring a private moment with Layla as they wandered among the sprawling vines. The morning sun bathed the vineyard in a golden glow, and a light breeze carried the earthy aroma of ripening grapes.
Layla paused, her fingers brushing lightly against the lush grape clusters. She turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder at Lucius. "Can I try them?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of mischief.
Lucius smiled, his eyes softening as he took in her excitement. "Go ahead. Grandma won’t mind. Just enjoy yourself."
Without hesitation, Layla plucked a few grapes and popped two into her mouth. Her eyes widened in delight as she savored the burst of sweetness. "Mmm! They’re so sweet!" she exclaimed, her smile radiant.
Before Lucius could respond, she plucked another grape and gently pressed it against his lips. "Your turn," she said, watching him expectantly.
Lucius leaned in slightly, accepting the grape. As he chewed, his brows lifted in pleasant surprise. "You’re right. They’re perfect," he said, his voice warm, matching her smile.
She picked another grape and popped it into her mouth, but before she could fully savor it, Lucius leaned in. His lips brushed against hers as he bit into the grape, taking half into his mouth. The unexpected closeness sent a shiver down her spine.
"Now, it tastes even sweeter," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.
A soft smile tugged at Layla’s lips, her cheeks suddenly warming. She closed her eyes, tilting her face up slightly, and pouted. "You can kiss me more," she whispered.