You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 341

Kenneth's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the wine bottle. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not a lot. Just one bottle. I also drank with Thalia for a while,” Natasha replied with a smile.

His heartbeat quickened at the sight of her flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “Do you still want to drink some more?”

After pondering for a moment, Natasha nodded. “Sure!” “Come on. I'll take you somewhere else.” With that, he pulled her after him as he walked away.

She did not question him, allowing him to lead her away just like that.

Ten minutes later, Kenneth stopped in front of a bottle of red wine inside a massive wine cellar.

Meanwhile, Natasha scanned her surroundings. The room spanned over a hundred square meters, and its arched design was opulent and elegant.

A multitude of different wines lined both sides of the room. There were so many that one would find it somewhat overwhelming.

Randomly picking up a bottle and examining it, she realized it was extremely expensive.

This place can be described as a heaven for wine connoisseurs!

Just then, Kenneth brought out a bottle of red wine, and she walked over to him. “How about drinking this?” he asked.

Natasha nodded. “Sure!”

Kenneth immediately went to decant the wine. Seeing how well he knew his way around the place, she sat down to watch him. “Didn't you say you've never been here?”

He had his back toward her as he replied, “What I said was that I haven't been here after the two elderly people bought this place.”

“Oh?”

After decanting the wine, Kenneth walked toward her with the wine and two wineglasses, his relaxed stride exuding grace and elegance.

“The person who built this manor is a friend, so I've come to visit before.”

Natasha nodded after hearing his

answer.

He poured her some wine and said, “Try it.”

She looked at it for a while before lifting the glass to her lips and taking a sip.

“How is it?” he asked.

She nodded. "Not bad.”

He poured her a little more.

“Try it again.”

Once again, she raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. However, her delicate brows furrowed slightly after she tasted it.

“Well?” he asked.

Natasha looked at him and said, “It tastes a little different from before...”

“That's the beauty of this wine. There are subtle changes with every sip you taste,” Kenneth explained.

She flicked her gaze toward him briefly. “It's my first time drinking a wine like this.”

“This bottle of wine is called Estee, and it comes from Ferropene. A man personally made it in his pursuit of the woman he loved. She loved drinking wine, so he decided to create one and gift it to her as a way of professing his love for her. He did everything himself, from the harvesting to the pressing, fermentation, aging, clarification, and bottling. There are only a hundred bottles of it in this world, and this is probably one of the few bottles left.”

“In that case, it must've cost a pretty penny!” Natasha exclaimed.

“Yes. It's priceless!”

“And after that?” she asked.

“After that?

“What happened after that? Did the man win the heart of the woman he loved?” she queried.

“What do you think?”

“Probably not.”

Kenneth narrowed his eyes. "Why do you say so?”

“It must've taken him a long time to make the wine. So, someone else would've probably swept the woman off her feet already, right?” Natasha replied.

He could not help but laugh when he heard that. “Are you really that

pessimistic?”

“That's not being pessimistic. It's called being realistic.”

Gazing at her, he continued, “When the man went looking for his beloved after making the wine, she did have a boyfriend already. The man was devastated. However, the wine he made caught a businessman's eye at the time. The man eventually became a well-known wine merchant in the area. After a successful wine-sharing session, he bumped into the woman he loved again. She was single then, so he confessed his feelings, and they ended up together!”

Natasha was unable to stop herself from smiling after hearing that. “As expected, happy endings only exist in stories.”