Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 47

Estelle knew what Magdalen was asking and tried to play it cool, “It’s okay”

“What about any fetishes? Does he have any?” Magdalen continued to pry.

Estelle’s ears began to feel hot as she searched through her chaotic memory, “I don’t think so.”

Magdalen felt more at ease and took a small box from her purse, throwing it to Estelle, “If you’re not looking to get pregnant right now, take one of these each time. They’re safe and have no side effects, but it’s best to have him take precautions just in case.”

Estelle’s gaze fell upon the box, and she hesitated for a moment before opening it. Without further delay, she picked up one pill and placed it in her mouth.

Memories flooded her mind as she recalled the tragic car accident that claimed the lives of her adoptive parents when she was only four years old. Since then, she had been sent to an orphanage, and it was Magdalen who had taught her about women’s physiology, emotions, and sexuality, filling the gaps in her understanding.

The two of them were close friends, teachers, and family for each other.

They arrived at the Royal Mansion, went upstairs, and entered the room which was the same as when Estelle left. Jonathan hadn’t been back all this time.

getting dark, so both of them put down their luggage

was opposite them, and

around much, and you don’t know how to cook?” Magdalen

casually cut her steak without looking up. “Because of my identity as a poor student, it’s more or less acceptable for me to rent a room

long do you plan to hide it from

didn’t plan to hide it initially, but what he said that night made it difficult for her to reveal

with the flow,” Estelle said

is clean. There must be a regular cleaning lady. As for the food,

it’s just for yourself. But no worries,

eyebrows furrowed slightly as a hint of self-doubt crept in. “I suppose my

pretending to exude confidence.

80th birthday party next Saturday, and I got two invites. One for

replied indifferently, “I

KING, the design studio partner, and the other for

bite of her foie gras, “So, do you want me to pick you