Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1862

In the dimly lit foyer, Jonathan lingered for a moment before descending the staircase.

There, on the steps, Estelle and Xavier were deep in conversation. Upon hearing the footsteps from above, Estelle looked up, her frosty brows softening under the chill of the night.

Jonathan shrugged off his overcoat and draped it over Estelle's shoulders, his eyes shifting to Xavier. "Why not come in for a drink or two?"

Xavier stood, a light chuckle in his voice. "I've already had the pleasure of toasting with some of Magdalen's finest."

He glanced at his watch, "Zach's waiting for me outside. I should head back. Drop by the diner some time, and we'll catch up properly."

Jonathan nodded, "Drive safe!"

With a brief nod, Xavier addressed Estelle, "Magdalen’s tied up, I won't bother saying goodbye. Pass on my regards, will you?"

"Sure thing!" Estelle replied.

"Take care!" Xavier said with an easy smile before striding away.

Once Xavier had left, Jonathan sat down beside Estelle. The cool evening breeze was refreshing, bringing a sense of tranquility.

"Hit the bottle hard tonight?" Estelle asked, noticing his gaze fixed on her.

"A bit tipsy," Jonathan admitted with a grin. "Mind if I lean on you?"

Estelle patted her shoulder, "Come on over!"

Jonathan's lips curled into a small smile, and true to his word, he leaned his head onto her shoulder.

Wrapped in his coat, her small frame juxtaposed against his tall one, they sat in a strangely harmonious and cozy tableau.

Fireworks burst around the castle, their brilliance lighting up the night sky. The ever-changing colors illuminated everything – one moment fading, the next blazing into life.

He kissed her hand and spoke against her lips, "Then I demand daily video calls, and you have to pick up every time."

"Deal!" Estelle agreed without hesitation.

Relieved by her prompt agreement, Jonathan snuggled closer, inhaling her subtle fragrance, which stirred his thoughts.

Estelle's fingers playfully tugged at his hair. "Jonathan, while I'm away, please stop giving Manley a hard time. He's the only son of the Scott family. Let him come back. He's here for Magdalen's wedding – we had a pact to attend each other's weddings. He knows we won't part. He was just joking around!"

Jonathan recalled Manley's earlier words, feeling a twinge of irritation. "Still worried about him?"

"Jonathan!" Estelle chided lightly.

With his eyes still shut, Jonathan insisted, "Let's not talk about him. Everything else is negotiable."

Estelle couldn't help but smile, finding this side of Jonathan a touch childish, yet endearingly so.