Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 32

Jonathan stood there, unafraid of Henson’s sneak attack, but quite startled by the girl who popped out of

nowhere.

However, he refrained from pushing her away immediately, sensing the intensity of her heartbeat. Lowering his gaze, he took note of her disheveled appearance and wet eyelashes, noticing a flicker of fear in her eyes.

Estelle saw the scar behind the man’s ear for the second time. It was already a very light pink, almost the same

as normal skin.

For a full five seconds, Jonathan stayed silent. He waited for the girl to catch her breath before teasing her, “How many times have you tried to throw yourself into my arms? Do you really want to be my wife?”

Estelle snapped back to reality, her gaze meeting the man’s sarcastic stare in the dim forest light. Blushing, she took a few steps back, offering a forced explanation. “I-I was just trying to protect you.”

Jonathan observed her evasive eyes, chuckling until her ears turned red. Then, he spoke slowly in a softer, gentler tone. “Just kidding. Carry on and enjoy yourself!”

was like that of cajoling

flustered by her reckless action, Estelle didn’t notice his tone and pretended to

waft of grilled meat reached her nostrils,

started grilling fish and brought out marinated beef and venison from

Estelle’s uneasiness, leaving her just

water balloons, boasting to Jonathan, “Uncle,

between Estelle and Henson, Estelle was the more disheveled, with wet hair and pants, while Henson had no

went easy

my uncle be the referee. We’ll keep

stop fighting

happily went to the villa, teasing

Jonathan watched them thoughtfully. Not that Estelle didn’t hit Henson, but she aimed right at his waterproof vest, leaving no

with a gold tablecloth, exquisite tableware, and blooming tulips. Even a casual outdoor meal

change clothes while Jonathan

chef brought over grilled fish and

plate and asked