Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan)

Chapter 58

The next day, Estelle woke up to find the sun already up and Jonathan nowhere to be found. She was

alone in the bed.

As she got out of bed to get some clothes, her thigh trembled and she almost lost her balance. She let

out a soft sigh, reminiscent of when she first started intense training.

She thought Jonathan had already left until she opened the door to find him sitting on the balcony with

a cup of coffee, staring at his computer screen.

Dressed casually, Jonathan looked as handsome and distinguished as ever, even more so than the day

before.

Upon hearing her, Jonathan looked up and Estelle greeted him with a smile, “Good morning, Mr.

Lamont!”

Only after speaking did she realize her voice sounded a little hoarse, making her cheeks heat up in

embarrassment.

Jonathan’s expression remained unchanged, showing no signs of noticing her discomfort. “I ordered

breakfast. You should freshen up and then join me,” he said calmly.

Checking the time, Estelle realized it was almost nine o’clock. “Thank you, but I have to go. I’m already

running late for Henson’s lesson.”

She hadn’t expected to sleep so soundly.

“Don’t worry!” said Jonathan. “I already called Henson and told him you had to take some time off. You

can go two hours later.”

“You already called him?” asked Estelle, surprised.

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“No, thank you!” she replied with a smile.

The breakfast spread was lavish, with meal boxes from a nearby five-star hotel.

Jonathan placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of her. “This is for you.”

Instinctively, Estelle shook her head and pushed it back. “Please, you need it more.”

Jonathan raised an eyebrow, his gaze deepening. “You think I need to replenish my energy? Didn’t you

enjoy last night?”

Stunned, Estelle stammered, “No.”

“No?” he asked, squinting. “But clearly…”

“I mean, you don’t need to…” she interrupted, flustered for the first time. “You really don’t need to take

any supplements. You’re fine.”

“Well, then you should have it,” he said with a faint smile.

“Okay,” she agreed, having the soup without further comment.

She lowered her head, cheeks flushed, and nearly bit her tongue while sipping the soup.

They ate their meal in silence, the atmosphere neither awkward nor tense, but still undeniably strange.

Probably because it was their first time having breakfast together.

After the meal, Jonathan said, “You don’t need to clean up. The cleaning lady will come. I’ll go change,

and then we can go.”

Estelle asked, “Are we going together?”

“Of course. Why not?” he replied casually.

“I’m worried Henson might misunderstand,” she blinked.

Jonathan’s gaze remained deep and inscrutable. ‘Misunderstand what?” he asked.

Shaking her head with a light smile, Estelle replied, “Never mind. I’ll wait for you here”

As Jonathan left to change, Estelle received a text from Magdalen. “How was last night? Did you enjoy

yourself?”

Estelle replied, “Not bad.”

Magdalen sent a teasing emoji, making Estelle laugh..

When Jonathan reappeared, he found Estelle sitting on the couch, grinning goofily at her phone.

The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a gentle glow on her clear,

bright eyes. and her beaming face, as if something on her phone had made her truly happy.

He suddenly recalled Henson saying that people who constantly smile at their phones must be in love,

just like his sister Norah.

Was Estelle chatting with someone she liked as well?

Walking toward the front door, Jonathan asked casually, “Ready to go?”

Estelle put away her phone. “Yep!”

By the time they arrived at the Lamont residence it was half-past ten. As Estelle went to teach Henson.

Jonathan headed for his study.

Henson didn’t question her about being late nor did he know she had come with Jonathan. He was just

happy that Jonathan hadn’t returned the night before and the class had been postponed, allowing him

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What he didn’t realize was that both incidents were a result of the same reason.

During the lesson, a maid came in to inform them that Mr. Lamont had invited Ms. Macclain to have

lunch and asked if Estelle had any dietary restrictions.

The last time Estelle had a meal at the Lamont family, it was a temporary decision, and the meal was

already prepared. This time, it can be prepared in advance, therefore the servant was able to came up

to ask politely.

When the lesson ended at half-past eleven, Estelle and Henson went downstairs to find a familiar face

in the living room – Lucille.

Her gaze landed on Estelle with none of the hostility it had held previously. She regarded her as

someone utterly irrelevant.

Jonathan stood up. “you are done? Let’s have lunch now.”

Lucille followed suit, walking over to Estelle with a courteous smile. “Ms. Macclain, I didn’t realize you

were Henson’s tutor. There must have been some misunderstanding. If I’ve offended you, please don’t

take it to

heart.”

She had just learned from a maid that Estelle tutored Henson at the Lamont residence. Upon hearing

this, she relaxed significantly.

She was certain that the Lamonts would never allow Jonathan to marry a tutor.

Although with the wealth and status of the Lamont family, they didn’t need Jonathan to have business

marriage, but a wealthy family like them also paid attention to being well-matched.

Estelle’s eyes widened in surprise when she heard her words, then turned to look at Lucille.

Lucille flashed a smile at her, a proud and aloof one, like a peacock that had defeated its love rival.

Estelle was having a tad bit mixed feelings inside.

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Dishes were served one after another, with seafood being the main course. Especially, there were two

types of crabs, which seemed to show that the Lamont family had a thing for seafood.

Jonathan took a seat, and Lucille sat next to him. Henson didn’t seem to like her much, so he sat on

the other

side of the long table, with Estelle beside him.

Lucille was secretly delighted to be sitting so close to Jonathan.

As they started eating, Lucille asked Jonathan when his parents would be back.

Jonathan looked apathetic, responding casually, “Their meeting got postponed, so I don’t know yet.”

Lucille furrowed her brow, “My dad wants me to work at our family’s company, but I’m still undecided. I

was hoping to talk it over with your grandma.”

Henson looked up and said, “it’s your own business, why do you need to bother my grandma for it?”