Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 92

Willow stood beneath the heavy clusters of grapes, her head tilted back as she searched for the perfect bunch. At Ian's words, she glanced over her shoulder and smiled, "I used to come here all the time with my mom when I was little."

"I see." Ian nodded, then stepped forward, offering her a pair of gloves. "Here, put these on."

"Thank you." She took them with a polite nod.

The three of them donned their gloves, picked up their shears, and set about searching for the best grapes to harvest.

Waller, though silent and reserved, seemed to materialize at Willow's side whenever she spotted a bunch just out of reach. Without a word, he would snip it free and hand it to her.

Ian stayed a short distance away, watching the two of them. His usually calm, collected expression flickered with a hint of curiosity. He'd known Waller since they were children, thanks to their fathers' friendship, and being three years older, he'd always felt a bit like Waller's older brother.

He rather liked Willow. She was quiet and thoughtful, not one for idle chatter—someone who might actually get along with his taciturn "little brother." After all, neither of them seemed to mind the quiet.

After half an hour, the phrase Willow used most often was simply, "Thank you."

Waller never responded, but Willow didn't mind. To her, Waller wasn't a stranger; their way of interacting was already ingrained in her memory. Besides, Waller was careful to respect her personal space. His long arms meant he could help her without ever crowding her, always managing to snip down exactly the bunch she wanted.

Before long, their baskets were brimming with grapes.

"These look perfect for making wine," Ian remarked, lifting a bunch to inspect it. He glanced at Waller. "If I remember right, your mother's wine is excellent."

Waller's dark eyes were striking against his sharp, handsome features—a dramatic contrast to his quiet demeanor. "Yeah," he replied simply, with a nod.

Ian's voice was calm and reassuring, matching his steady demeanor. It was impossible to dislike him.

Waller didn't say anything, but his silence was as good as agreement; he really did know a thing or two about easing sore muscles.

Willow knew Waller could give a decent massage, but she kept that to herself. "I just do some yoga at home to loosen up," she said with a small smile. "It does the trick."

Noticing her polite refusal, Ian simply nodded and let the topic drop. "Well, let's head back. Waller and I can carry the grapes."

"Thank you," Willow said, gathering up the gloves and shears. Ian and Waller hoisted the heavy baskets, and the three of them began the slow walk back together.