Dear Husband (VegasPete)

Chapter 13

"2001 Screaming Eagle Sauvignon Blanc, khun. It was a really good year."

Vegas watched with his arms folded in front as the sommelier placed a bottle of wine carefully on the table.

"We also have Richebourg Grand Cru if you're looking for a red wine." The sommelier continued while gesturing with his hands to the other people in the room. Perhaps he was asking the person to get the said wine, "2003 is the best year."

Vegas thought for a moment and nodded, "I'll take both."

The sommelier's face brightened, "Yes, kh—"

"Excuse me, could you wait a moment?" Pete suddenly stepped in between them and gave the sommelier a small smile before pulling him away.

He could only raise his eyebrows, "What's wrong?" he asked in confusion.

"We already have three fruit baskets, 4 boxes of cakes, and a gift box in the car that I don't know what's inside and you still want to bring two more expensive wines for my grandfather?" Pete replied in exasperated voice.

Vegas nodded, "You're right, they are not enough. Let's buy another bottle."

"No!! They are too much!!" Pete hurriedly raised his voice, "What are you doing, Vegas? Do you want to visit my grandfather or woo him?"

"Actually both." Vegas answered shamelessly.

Before he returned to the past, his grandfather hated him so much that he was basically forbidden from doing business with Phongsakorn's company even though he was Phongsakorn's son-in-law. The boycott was actually one of the causes of the company's failure in the process. Once Vegas became aware of it, it was too late because Pete's grandfather decided to retire to his hometown where he spent the remaining his life there.

This time, his company had taken a different path than before and he didn't have to worry about a boycott anymore. However, he still thought about making a good impression on Pete's grandfather considering his position in the business world and also as the only one in Pete's family who cared enough about him.

"I don't know why you're so afraid of him hating you." Pete sighed, "My grandfather is a humble man. He doesn't like anything fancy. If you want to give him good wine, just one bottle will be fine."

"Okay, but I'm still buying two. One bottle is for us tonight." Vegas grinned.

Pete chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you."

A bottle of good wine wasn't an exaggeration considering their life had been quite comfortable this week after what happened at the party. His relationship with Pete felt better than before, it seemed like Pete let down his walls a little. Macau still lived with them and his presence in the house actually made the house livelier.

Every day, he came home to a commotion because there was a match between Macau and Porsche or with Pete in the living room. He didn't even question Porsche's younger brother who suddenly appeared at home even though Porsche had previously spoken harshly about his family. But after talking a little with Chay, he finally understood why Porsche wanted to protect him so badly. Now he was more afraid that his own brother would ruin Chay.

Vegas walked back to the sommelier and made his order while Pete strolled around the shop with another sommelier following him. His eyes accidentally found a familiar bottle and decided to buy another bottle without Pete knowing. This bottle was his defense if the worst person decided to come to grandpa's house too.

"Macau asked for permission to have lunch with Chay outside." Pete said to him, reading his phone as soon as Vegas got into the driver's seat after placing the wine bottle in the back of the trunk.