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Jonathan chuckled, “Once I take out that cobalt bomb, I'll zip right back to Zion.
Since Raiden’s got your number, you've got to keep your eyes peeled, Ella. I
reckon he’s gunning for you harder than a bull chasing a matador.” “I know!” Gab
cracked a smile, “Today's Estelle’s birthday, and it's almost nightfall. I'll leave the
rest of the day to you guys. I'm heading back!” He turned to Estelle, “Happy
Birthday!” “Take care, and don’t you forget our deal — to visit Grandpa back in C
City with me!” Estelle’s eyes bore deep affection. “I will!” Gab nodded
emphatically, gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, said his goodbyes to Jonathan,
and strode off. As Gab’s tall figure vanished, Estelle gazed out the window,
watching his car pull away from the manor. Jonathan wrapped her in his arms,
“Don't worry about anyone else. In tomorrow's mission, make sure you stay
safe.” He held her close, kissing the crown of her head, his voice a tender
murmur, “Ella, even if it's just for me, don't get hurt.” Estelle hugged him back, “Of
course, we'll make it home together!” They stood by the floor-to-ceiling window,
silently embracing, their heartbeats synchronizing, as if their lives were woven
into each other's. After a while,

Estelle looked up, “Is it time to head back to Zion?” “Not just yet,” Jonathan
replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes warm and focused,
“We haven't had cake yet.” “Cake?” Estelle arched an eyebrow, “Didn't we
already do that?” Jonathan frowned slightly, “That didn’t count!” Estelle laughed
softly, unsurprised by his stubbornness. Jonathan lifted her into his arms, “Come
on, I'm gonna bake you a cake.” Estelle giggled, resting on his shoulder, “Since
when do you bake cakes? That's news to me.” “There’s a lot you don’t know. I've
got to keep a bit of mystery, so you don't fall out of love with me!” Jonathan joked
as he carried her downstairs. Of course, he wouldn't tell Estelle about how he
woke up at 3 a.m., summoned a pastry chef, and was taught step-by-step how to
bake a cake. The chef sipped his coffee, lavishing praise, “Mr. Alvis, you're the
finest leader I've ever seen. Even your cake-baking is dashing. Your mother
would be over the moon with a cake made by your hand.” He had been puzzled,
“How'd you figure this cake’s for my mother?” The chef was equally surprised,
“Isn't that peach-shaped pastry for her?” (Image) (Image) Estelle eyed the
ingredients on the counter, slightly overwhelmed, “How do we even start with
this?” Read at Dramalovels.com Jonathan hoisted her onto the counter and
handed her the prepared fruit, “Just watch and learn!” (Image) Jonathan rolled up
his shirt sleeves and began with the cake base, mixing butter and sugar in the
mixer at high speed. Then he added egg whites and baking powder, continuing to
mix.