Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1149

Chapter 1149 

Estelle was a bit anxious: “T’ll go check on him!” 

“No need!” Jonathan grabbed her wrist, looking up behind a few trees, “He’s coming!” 

Sure enough, it was Henson, strolling over leisurely with a few bottles of water. 

He was in his camo, a blue ribbon fluttering in the wind on his sleeve, his youthful and handsome face on high alert. 

Jonathan suddenly turned to Estelle, “If we had a son, do you think he would turn out like this?” 

Estelle felt a jolt in her heart, her expression nonchalant, “You’re getting ahead of yourself!” 

“Or a daughter, we can’t just have one, it’d be best to have two boys and a girl,” Jonathan mumbled to himself. 

Listening to him getting more and more outlandish, Estelle simply got up to check if the people the Red team was waiting for had 

arrived. 

Handing Jonathan a bottle of water, Henson asked, “What’s up with Ms. Macclain?” 

Jonathan smiled faintly, “She’s just feeling a bit shy!” 

Henson raised an eyebrow, “What did you say to make Ms, Macclain shy? She doesn’t seem like the type.” 

“Hmm,” Jonathan pondered for a moment, then said with a hint of satisfaction, “She only gets shy around me.” 

Henson snorted, clearly not buying it, then strode over to Estelle to give her a drink. 

He had specifically picked out a bottle of juice for Estelle. After taking a sip, Estelle handed him the last piece of her chocolate. “Where’d you get this?” Henson asked in surprise. 

Got it when I went to change, Estelle replied, her expression blank 

“Does Jonathan have any?” Henson asked. 

Estelle thought to herself, Jonathan didn’t even have you in mind, yet here you are thinking about him! 

But she didn’t voice it out. Instead, she simply said, “Yeah, I bought three pieces. We both ate ours,” 

Only then did Henson peel off the wrapper and put the chocolate into his mouth. 

About half an hour later, the people from the Red team finally arrived. 

They were a group of over ten, all looking professional. 

That clingy girl rushed over to a man in the lead, cooing, “Darling, you’re finally here. We’ve been bullied to death, you have to get revenge for us!” 

Estelle looked over. The man was about 57 meters tall, with muscular arms and curled fists, clearly someone who was used to handling firearms. 

The girl’s behavior was exaggerated and affected, a stark contrast to the man’s steady demeanor. It was a mystery why they were together. 

Maybe all strong men preferred girls who knew how to act cute? 

Just watching the two of them gave Estelle an indescribable sense of discord.