Chapter 42

The following morning, Estelle awakened to the brightness streaming in through the windows. As she opened her eyes and surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings, memories of the previous night flooded her mind.

She turned her head, and she was the only one on the bed.

A sudden thought crossed her mind: Did Jonathan jump out the window and run away?

Nope, because she soon heard his voice.

Estelle looked in the direction of the sound and saw the man standing on the balcony with his back to her, talking on the phone.

Jonathan was wearing a bathrobe, his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and long legs were undoubtedly attractive even just from his silhouette.

He was asking Millard, “How much longer is the agreement with the Macclain family?”

Estelle silently calculated to herself a little over a month.

the other end of the phone, Millard gave him the exact

the Macclain family, terminate the agreement early, and get the paperwork done in the next

given the Macclain family what they wanted. Although he had never met Ms. Macclain and had no feelings for her, he had

back in his home country, the first time he was forced, and this time, for whatever reason, he had violated the principle of loyalty in marriage, it was not

Estelle watched the man’s back, she couldn’t help but mutter, “What a jerk, just after sleeping

room. Their gazes locked momentarily, his demeanor composed while Estelle

grayish-white tone and simple decorations. It looked like a temporary apartment Jonathan used for

his hand, “Someone will bring clothes over later, put this on for

thank you!”

turned away, he heard Estelle rustling behind

the girl spoke,

against the bed, wearing his shirt, which was so big and wide it almost swallowed

the hem of the shirt inside the blanket. As she did so, he could see the red marks on her

and he looked away, sitting on

Jonathan smiled lightly. “Glad you’re not making

maintain her composure. “Certainly not,” she replied,

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