Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan)

Chapter 56

“Let’s go!” Jonathan reached out his hand to her.

The man was tall, blocking the light, making the area darker, his perfect profile outlined, looking

unemotional

as usual.

At that time, someone at the party played some upbeat music, and her heart pounded along with the

rhythm. She must have had too much to drink, her head was dizzy and her heart raced.

The man who was trying to invite her saw Jonathan and awkwardly said hello before hurrying off.

Estelle took Jonathan’s hand, got up, and followed him out in a daze. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

After a few steps, her tripped her high heels, and she bumped into Jonathan’s shoulder.

Jonathan put his arm around her waist, scooped her up, and walked out steadily.

Hattie happened to look up and saw this, enviously whispering to her companion, “Mr. Lamont is so

considerate to his niece!”

Once outside the villa, Estelle kicked off her high heels, buried her head in the crook of his arm, quiet

and well-behaved like a docile cat.

Millard had already brought the car around. When he opened the door, his eyes swept across Estelle’s

face and quickly moved away.

Jonathan put her in the back seat and went to the other side to get in.

The car started and drove out into the deep dusk.

Estelle closed her eyes, feeling extremely dizzy, realizing she was a bit drunk, especially in the car, the

feeling

got stronger.

Jonathan noticed Estelle frowning.

“You don’t feel good?” he asked.

Estelle hummed with her eyes closed, her voice soft and nasal.

“Do you want to lean on me and rest a bit?” Jonathan’s voice lowered.

Estelle opened her eyes, gazing in the dim light at the man who seemed colder before but was now

offering his shoulder. After a few seconds, she leaned closer, resting her head on his shoulder, feeling

much more.

comfortable with his gentle scent.

In the dim car light, she saw the scar behind his ear again.

“What are you looking at?” Jonathan asked sideways.

Estelle lowered her eyes, furrowing her brow, “I’m having headache.”

When she spoke, she tilted her head back slightly, her lips touching his neck, feeling his pulse for a

moment, it was clear and strong.

He lowered his head, held her chin in his hand, his eyes seemed to filled with fragmented light, but also

unfathomable darkness.

It was unclear who made the first move, but when kissed, Estelle closed her eyes.

Jonathan had also had some drinks; the mixed alcohol in the air was seductive and confusing.

Perhaps the alcohol made Estelle feel relax and joy from head-to-toe, she started acting like an

insatiable child, seeking his attention.

Jonathan pressed a button, and the car’s control system activated, dividing the car into two separate

spaces.

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Estelle became even bolder.

After a long while, they separated. Jonathan touched the corner of her rosy lips with his finger, smiling,

“is your headache better?”

Holding onto his shirt, her clear eyes misty, Estelle nodded slowly, “Lack of oxygen, it hurts even more

now.”

Jonathan chuckled, “What should we do? Continue the artificial respiration?”

Estelle grinned, “We can try.”

Jonathan held her on his lap, his hand cradling her head, gently and carefully kissing her.

They stopped and continued several times, both engrossed in this dopamine-inducing game and

becoming addicted to giving and receiving.