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Estelle smiled gently and continued slicing the birthday cake, her hands working
meticulously as the crowd around her swelled. Lambert and Sylvia, seeing her
need, stepped up to lend a hand. Jonathan found a quiet spot to sit, observing
Estelle’s bustling presence amidst the guests. He then glanced at the cake,
noticing the small chocolate heart on it, and intertwined his fingers thoughtfully,
gazing out the window. His mood, it seemed, wasn't as sour as he had expected.
The cake was a hit, and soon enough, the guests were playfully tossing chunks
at each other as the bar lights dimmed and the atmosphere buzzed with
excitement. Estelle dodged a playful cake attack and settled in a secluded corner
to sit. Lambert made his way towards Estelle but was intercepted by a woman
with golden curls, who pulled him onto the dance floor. Soon, he was surrounded
by a bevy of women. Throwing such an extravagant birthday bash for a girl made
Lambert quite the catch in their eyes — handsome and apparently wealthy, he
was not someone they were willing to let slip by easily. From across the room,
Estelle caught Jonathan's eye and then stood, heading toward a quiet hallway.
Jonathan, sensing her movement, left his untouched piece of cake on the table —
the small heart decoration now missing — and followed her out. Within minutes,
Jonathan was behind the wheel, driving away from Zion. The guards spotted his
car from a distance and swung the gates open wide, not daring to approach for
questioning. The car slipped away smoothly, taking to the tree-lined streets and
speeding along the scenic route. Estelle sat in the passenger seat, the afternoon
breeze playing with her hair, feeling a sense of relief despite an unfinished
mission. She turned to him, “Are you angry?” “Not at all,” Jonathan replied, his
eyes soft as he took her hand in his, “Just now, I had a bit of an epiphany.”
“What's that?” Estelle’s face was alight with interest. “Ella, you are outstanding,
and naturally, many will admire you. When you're held in such high regard, I
should feel proud, not possessive or upset.” Jonathan smiled, lifting her hand to
his lips for a gentle kiss, “Besides, the realization that such an amazing girl likes
me fills me with a secret joy.” Estelle’s gaze was tender as she looked back at
him, “The man I love is so exceptional. How could I ever love another after loving
him?” “Is this your way of confessing to me?” Jonathan's smile deepened. Estelle
just smiled and turned back to watch the world pass by the car window. Jonathan
watched her delicate profile, his lips turned up in a constant smile. He realized
that seeing Estelle surrounded by friends made him happy. She had always been
a loner, and it was probably her first time having such a lively birthday
celebration. His jealousy was trivial compared to her happiness. Still, there was a
score to settle with Lambert, and a meticulous mental tab was being kept. Even
blowing up his family shrine might not settle it all! (Image) (Image) (Image)
Estelle felt like she was stepping into Villa del Sol all over again. Jonathan
opened the car door and helped her out, the staff greeting them with warm
smiles, “Welcome home, sir, madam!” Updated at Dramanovels.com As they
walked inside, Estelle whispered with a laugh, “Have you brought other girls here
before?” Jonathan looked at her, genuinely surprised, “Why would you think
that?” “Then why did they call me “madam’ the first time they saw me?” Estelle’s
brow arched playfully. Jonathan belonged to her, but what about Alvis?