Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 342

Jonathan as taken aback, then frowned, his eyes cold and somber

Estelle and Many sat at the table, with Estelle holding a pen, writing, and Manley holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other, also writing. There was a cake box beside them, with cream still on the comer of his mouth from eating the cake.

Manley’s pink suit jacket was hung on the chair, wearing only a light gray shirt He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, smiling charmingly, and looked at Jonathan. ‘Mr. Lamont, you’re half an hour later than I thought you’d be!”

Jonathan looked past Manley at Estelle, who didn’t move, just gazing at him calmly.

Estelle’s calm, indifferent eyes felt like a bucket of cold water, dousing his anger.

His initial rage subsided quickly.

His face gradually returned to its calm state, with a cold and still look in his eyes. He glanced indifferently at Estelle and Manley, “Sorry, I must’ve opened the wrong door. You guys carry on!”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Charlie was waiting outside, and when he saw Jonathan come out, he gave him a meaningful look, his expression calm.

asked Charlie with a frown,

up with

eyebrow and scoffed coldly. “If Estelle and Manley were doing something else in there, do

he’d be so calm?”

that either!” Charlie sighed and

he saw at the hospital that day, but finally he didn’t

anything.

the door closed again, Estelle’s face turned a shade paler, and her

with tears.

and he turned to look at Estelle, raising an

him and continued

sure he guessed right, and his eyes gleamed. “Baby, you’ve finally come to your senses. Jonathan ain’t worth it, you should’ve dumped him a long time ago!”

down and said flatly, “So you don’t have to bother me anymore

“That’s a separate matter. Now that you’ve broken up with him,

gave him a sidelong glance. “Do you want to come here every day and be punished

froze on his face, and he looked at her mournfully. “Baby, can’t you be a little

no emotion, “Every time you bother me, I’ll make you practice writing here.

sighed. “Estelle, you’re so hard on me. One day,