Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 46

After dinner, when Estelle went upstairs to pack her things, Wilma made a cake, ice cream, and chocolate pudding, placing them all on the table. “Ma’am, if you crave these treats again, just come back, Il make thern for you

Estelle wasn’t typically emotional, but when she saw the affectionate and hesitant gaze in Wilma’s eyes, she felt a momentary touch of emotion. She decided to approach and give Wilma a warm hug, saying, “Perhaps I’ll return someday.”

Wilma choked up a little and said slowly, “Wagner and I will be waiting for your return.”

Estelle nodded, “Today I’ll pack my clothes, and tomorrow I’ll come back to pick them up. In the future, please take care of Max for me, you and Mr. Wagner!”

“No problem!” Wilma patted her shoulder lightly, “Take good care of yourself too.”

“Umm!”

The following day, with no afternoon classes scheduled, Estelle returned to the villa to collect her belongings and prepare to move to the Royal Mansion.

Her clothes and books were already packed, but there was still one book left in the deepest drawer of her desk. She took it out and opened to the page with the photograph.

The photograph captured a primitive jungle as the backdrop, while nine individuals donned mercenary uniforms, complete with helmets and faces adorned with camouflage paint. Only their piercing, wolf-like eyes remained visible amid the rugged terrain.

gaze, with an unbridled fierceness all around him. He had his hand on the shoulder of a

clear signs of gender. Their eyes, equally bloodthirsty and cold,

She closed the book and put it back into the deepest part of the

seemed to know she was leaving, so he was sticking close

the balcony sofa as usual. Suddenly, she remembered

an old man in a gray cloth gown was polishing a piece of wood. Seeing her, he asked with a

shook her head, “No, I’m moving out, just

know.”

“Are you moving? Did you end your commitment to

help but roll her

are you moving

to another house that the Lamont family youngster owns.”

stared at her for a while and then hung up the

“He’s still as bad-tempered as ever;

whimpered in her

face as she gently stroked the soft fur of her companion, her

mountain landscape