Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1825

Kya was so taken with Henson's playful banter that she could hardly feel sleepy even after everyone had left. She waved goodbye to him with a reluctant smile, "Bro, see you later!"

Estelle looked on with admiration, "I never realized you had such a knack for charming kids!"

Henson replied with a mature smirk, "It's nothing, really. Little tykes like her are easy to please!"

Yet Estelle couldn't help but think that at home, Henson was the baby of the family. Now that there was someone even younger around, he seemed to relish the chance to play the elder brother.

Leaving the 9th Mansion, Estelle gently patted Norah's shoulder before getting into the car and said softly, "Think it over. If a relationship is causing you pain, it's okay to let it go."

Norah turned, her eyes wide with surprise, and looked into Estelle's clear gaze. Her nose tingled with emotion, and she nearly broke into tears. She looked down and murmured, "I understand."

"It will pass," Estelle assured her.

"Yeah," Norah replied and hugged Estelle briefly before getting into her car.

Late into the night, well past midnight, Jonathan bathed Estelle and helped her into bed before applying body lotion to her skin.

The wound on Estelle's back had almost completely healed, leaving no scars, and the new skin was as soft and pink as a baby's.

Jonathan kissed the spot tenderly, lingering a moment too long.

Estelle, drained of energy, reached out to hold his arm, her voice soft and sleepy, "Can we sleep now?"

With a low hum of agreement, Jonathan lay down beside her, holding her close.

Estelle found a comfortable spot in his arms and was quickly overtaken by sleepiness, her eyes unable to stay open.

Jonathan switched off the bedside lamp and stroked her freshly dried hair, murmuring, "There's a bit of a situation at the M Country branch. I need to take care of it personally. I'll be back within a week, in time to go to Magdalen's wedding with you."

Estelle's eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at him, "Is it serious?"

"Not at all, but it requires my presence."

Resting her forehead against his chest, Estelle whispered, "I'll wait for you."