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.

dark, so both of them put down

Western restaurant was opposite them, and they chose

Jonathan isn’t around much, and

poor student, it’s more or less acceptable for me to rent a room just because I can afford it. But hiring a

“How long do you plan to hide it

it difficult for

with the flow,”

the room is clean. There must be a regular cleaning lady. As for the food, I can cook,” she

at least it’s just for yourself. But no worries, I’ll treat you to dinner more often

as a hint of self-doubt crept in. “I

exude confidence. “Of course,

Mrs. Copeland is having her 80th birthday party next Saturday, and I got two invites. One for the lady of the Sampson family and the other for the Langston family’s future. daughter-in-law. The

“I

partner, and the

bite of her foie gras, “So, do you