Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 1139

It was Saturday the next day, and Estelle was off to the Lamonts, with the chauffeur picking her up as usual.

Flipping through textbooks and materials on the ride, she felt a bit guilty for always having to ask for leave ever since she started tutoring Henson Lamont. By the time Janice Harper got back, she had no clue how to explain her frequent absences.

Arriving at the Lamonts, she was immediately greeted with shouting from the lawn as she walked in.

Following the noise, she spotted Jonathan Lamont and Henson playing soccer.

Goalposts were set up on the lawn, and both were decked out in sportswear, running and chasing after the ball.

She had never seen Jonathan play before, and recalling what he had said when she saw Carson Foster and the others playing last time gave her heart a little jolt.

Two years and this man seemed to be getting more childish, she thought to herself.

She slowly walked over and stood at the edge of the lawn, watching them play.

after the soccer ball, with Jonathan clearly cutting Henson some slack or helping him leam some tricks.

goal. The ball rolled quite a distance away, and Henson ran after it.

Jonathan saw Estelle. His face was

and called out, “What are you doing just standing there? Grab me a bottle of

on the white bench. She picked

lawn.

every step she took, Jonathan

reached him, she handed over

hands are dirty; could you open

his brows. His eyes were deeper than before. He was slightly out of breath from the game, his voice

quickly glanced at him, opened the bottle, and shoved it into his hands.

a few big gulps, water droplets rolling down his distinct chin, along his neck, and seeping into his white T-shirt, quickly forming

just returned with the ball. “Drink up, take a break; it’s time

in sweat but grinning from ear to ear, responded, “Why didn’t you come earlier? We could have played together!”

don’t play soccer.” Estelle replied.