Chapter 157

Amelia watched Isabella and Michael getting all cozy, feeling a mix of envy and sadness. She knew she couldn't come between them, so she ended up stomping grapes with Benjamin.

The barrels were packed with grapes, and each one could only fit two people, making it a couples' activity.

Michael and Isabella were the first to hop into a barrel. Isabella's feet squished the grapes, and red juice started flowing, covering her feet.

"There's this legend about the goddess of love and beauty walking through a field of thorns, her feet getting pricked and bleeding, which gave birth to roses. Do you think I'm copying her now?" Isabella asked Michael with a smile.

Michael held her hand and smiled back. "To me, you're my goddess of love and beauty! Your love is mine alone, just like my love is only for you. If romantic roses need your blood, then forget it, because I can't stand to see you hurt!"

Michael's sweet words made Isabella's cheeks turn as red as the grapes under her feet.

In the nearby barrel, Benjamin overheard Michael and couldn't help but smirk.

'This guy's a real smooth talker. Why did he need my help to woo Isabella in the first place? Or maybe he was clueless before he met Isabella, and love made him step up his game.' Benjamin thought, shaking his head.

"What's with that look? Are you not happy stomping grapes with me?" Amelia asked, annoyed, thinking Benjamin was still hung up on Aria, who had left.

Benjamin quickly shook his head. "No, I was just thinking that stomping these grapes is gonna take forever. I can't wait to taste the wine."

Benjamin's slightly tender expression made Amelia's heart skip a beat, and a vivid image popped into her mind.

Under a romantic lamp glow, Benjamin was holding her foot, kissing her leg. His hand traced her smooth skin, then he picked up a bottle of red wine, opened it, and poured it down her leg.

The red liquid flowed down her leg to her foot, which Benjamin gently lifted and began to sip the wine from.

'Damn it, what am I thinking? This is way too flirting! And what kind of guy would even do that?' Amelia thought, her face bright red.

Benjamin noticed Amelia's unusual expression and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Did something happen? Your face is really red."

Amelia quickly shook her head. "Nothing happened. I'm fine. I just feel a bit hot, yeah, really hot!"

Benjamin looked up at the sky helplessly. Today, there were lots of clouds blocking the sun, and the vineyard had been breezy, making it feel cool, not hot.

"Are you sure you're just hot? Then why are you stepping on my foot?" Benjamin asked, looking at Amelia with a resigned expression.

Amelia looked down and realized that while stomping grapes, she had accidentally stepped on Benjamin's foot.

"It was just an accident. Why are you so nervous? I didn't step hard. Does it hurt?" Amelia asked, blushing.

Benjamin shook his head. "It doesn't hurt at all. Actually, your feet feel really soft and nice."

Amelia's face turned even redder as she remembered her earlier fantasy.

"My foot feels a bit itchy. I need to get out," Amelia said, flustered, as she tried to climb out of the barrel. But she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Amelia!" Benjamin exclaimed, jumping out of the barrel to catch her.

Amelia blinked, a pained expression crossing her face. "I think I twisted my ankle. It really hurts."

"I'll take you to the hospital right away!" Benjamin said, picking her up and running towards the entrance.

Isabella and Michael saw the commotion and quickly jumped out of their barrel.

Isabella shouted after them, "Benjamin, wait! There should be a wheelchair or stretcher here. Also, don't run barefoot; you might trip or cut your feet!"

Just as Isabella finished speaking, Benjamin stepped on a stone, felt a sharp pain, and instinctively fell to the ground. Worse, Amelia was pinned under him.

"Damn it, Benjamin, you idiot! I think you broke my rib!" Amelia glared at him angrily.

Benjamin's heart raced with fear as he quickly got up, seeing Amelia holding her chest in pain.

"Don't worry, I'll find a wheelchair right now!" Benjamin said, rushing off to find one, still barefoot.

Isabella quickly checked on Amelia. After a brief examination, she and Michael found that Amelia had only twisted her ankle, and her ribs were just bruised, not broken.

"Amelia is fine. Don't worry. Benjamin will find a wheelchair, and we'll go to the hospital together," Isabella said with a smile.

Amelia shook her head indifferently. "I'm fine. It just sucks that you were supposed to relax today, and now you're all stressed about me."

"It's okay, I wasn't that stressed anyway," Isabella smiled and waved it off. At that moment, Benjamin returned.

"I found a wheelchair. Let's go," Benjamin said urgently.

Benjamin was still barefoot, and his feet were red, not from grape juice but from faint black bloodstains.

Benjamin had run barefoot to find a wheelchair, and his feet had been cut by stones on the ground.

Amelia felt touched. As Benjamin lifted her into the wheelchair, she grabbed his hand and said, "Put on your shoes!"

Benjamin nodded, about to push Amelia's wheelchair, but Michael stopped him.

"Didn't you hear what Amelia said? She told you to put on shoes! I'll push the wheelchair. You two get your shoes on and come to the car," Isabella instructed, having already put on her shoes while waiting for Benjamin. She then wheeled Amelia towards the parking lot.

Benjamin hurriedly found his shoes and socks, putting them on haphazardly. In his worry, he didn't even notice that he had put his socks on inside out.