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“Knock, knock, knock!” The rapping on the door startled Estelle, who swung
around with a raspy voice, “Who's there?” “Your potential boyfriend!” Lambert's
voice came through the door. Estelle inhaled deeply, realizing she had tensed up
more than necessary. She ripped up her sketch, tossing the shreds into the
wastebasket, and stood up to answer the door. Wait a second. What did Lambert
just say? Her potential boyfriend? What! Estelle tried to suppress her rising
anger, reminding herself that she might be leaving Citadel soon and decided it
wasn't worth the fight. She opened the door to see Lambert in a crisp white shirt
and sleek black suit. His collar was casually

unbuttoned, revealing an enticing glimpse of his collarbone—adding a touch of
roguish charm to his aristocratic demeanor. He tilted his head, looking at Estelle
with his deep brown eyes slightly squinted, “Where did you run off to just now?”
Estelle replied coolly, “I've told you, as long as your safety is ensured, my
business is none of your concern.” A slight smile tugged at Lambert's lips, a hint
of resignation in his smile. He reached out to grab her hand, “Come on, let's have
some fun!” Estelle stepped back, “Keep your hands to yourself. I'm sure you
wouldn't like to share a hospital room with that guy from the bar the other night.”
Lambert retracted his hand, laughing, “You're no fun. What's there to like about
you?” “Maybe that none of your girlfriends has ever had the guts to punch you!”
Estelle started down the stairs. Lambert followed, “Do you think I like the whole
“playing hard to get’ game? No, you're underestimating me. I've seen all types.”
Estelle glanced at him sideways, “Proud of that, are you?” Lambert was silent.
He was indeed proud, but admitting it now would be like signing his own death
warrant in front of Estelle. He quickly changed the subject, “Shall we hit the bar?”
“I'm off to grab some lunch,” Estelle said. “I told the staff not to bother with lunch
today.” Lambert, undeterred, tugged at Estelle’s arm, “Come on, let's grab a drink
at the bar instead.” Estelle frowned and shook off his hand but still followed him
out. They reached the bar and saw Jonathan and Sylvia stepping out of their car.
“Darling, happy birthday!” Sylvia greeted Estelle with a warm smile, handing her
a gift. Estelle instinctively looked at Jonathan, thinking he must have tipped off
Sylvia. (Image) (Image) Jonathan suddenly spoke up, “Perhaps she'll be even
more delighted with the evening's festivities.” “More plans for tonight?” Lambert
asked, intrigued. Jonathan's voice was steady and magnetic, “As long as Rella is
happy, the night will be special.” Lambert shot a cryptic look at Alvis. Was he
really planning a birthday celebration for Rella? Coltent of Dramanovels.com But
Alvis didn’t strike him as the type to indulge in such leisurely pleasures. Was it for
Rella’s sake, or to charm Beverly? Estelle’s cheeks burned, and she quickly
turned to Sylvia, “Let's head upstairs!” (Image) Estelle, her ears even redder, was
at a loss for words.