Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 995

After saying hi to Fabian, Henson hoofed it upstairs. He didn’t head to his own room, but went to the third floor.

When he knocked and entered, the living room was lit by a single standing lamp.

Jonathan was lounging on the couch, his tall body casting a faint shadow on the dimly lit carpet.

Hearing the noise, Jonathan looked over, his face hard to read, his voice gruff and deep, “Did I wake you?”

Henson walked over, looking at the ashtray full of cigarette butts, he frowned and said, “How many smokes did you burn through?”

Jonathan got up and went to the French windows, pushing them open. A damp breeze immediately diffused the smoky smell in the room.

As Jonathan rose, Henson spotted a photo face down on the couch. Just as his curiosity was piqued, Jonathan turned back around.

Henson took a seat opposite him and said, “Uncle, your wounds have just healed, you should cut back on the smokes.”

“I

you still dig Ms. Macclain?”

what it means to dig

course I do. Digging someone means wanting to see her every day, wanting to

“Do you have a little

still a kid. My main

“You’re quite mature for your

dig Estelle, you should

slowly said, “She doesn’t dig

do you

told me herself.”

“Women lie!”

but laugh, “You reckon you know girls

desk mate is a girl. I communicate with her

figured out!”

“Why are you