Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1149

Estelle was a bit anxious: "I'll go check on him!"

"No need!" Jonathan grabbed her wrist, looking up behind a few trees, "He's coming!"

Sure enough, it was Henson, strolling over leisurely with a few bottles of water.

He was in his camo, a blue ribbon fluttering in the wind on his sleeve, his youthful and handsome face on high alert.

Jonathan suddenly turned to Estelle, "If we had a son, do you think he would turn out like this?"

Estelle felt a jolt in her heart, her expression nonchalant, "You're getting ahead of yourself!"

"Or a daughter, we can't just have one, it'd be best to have two boys and a girl," Jonathan mumbled to himself.

Listening to him getting more and more outlandish, Estelle simply got up to check if the people the Red team was waiting for had arrived.

Handing Jonathan a bottle of water, Henson asked, "What's up with Ms. Macclain?"

Jonathan smiled faintly, "She's just feeling a bit shy!"

Henson raised an eyebrow, "What did you say to make Ms. Macclain shy? She doesn't seem like the type."

"Hmm," Jonathan pondered for a moment, then said with a hint of satisfaction, "She only gets shy around me."

Henson snorted, clearly not buying it, then strode over to Estelle to give her a drink.

He had specifically picked out a bottle of juice for Estelle. After taking a sip, Estelle handed him the last piece of her chocolate.

"Where'd you get this?" Henson asked in surprise.

"Got it when I went to change," Estelle replied, her expression blank.

"Does Jonathan have any?" Henson asked.

With the man's arrival, the girl regained her confidence. She glared at Estelle arrogantly, "Just wait, you'll beg me for sparing you this time!"

After meeting with Ryan and a few others, the man asked Jonathan, "You only have three people?"

Standing tall, Jonathan's intimidating aura was even stronger when facing a professional shooter, "Yes, just the three of us!"

The man looked surprised, "We're all professionals, isn't this a bit unfair?"

"We'll see who's bullied in the end!" Jonathan retorted, a bit scornfully.

Ryan sidled up to the man, whispering, "These three don't seem like amateurs. They look like professional competitors with competition experience."

The man seemed to have gotten his answer, smiling, "Well, that's good. We wouldn't want people to say we're ganging up on you, that wouldn't be a good result."

He was a national champion with some fame, being labeled a bully wouldn't be a good result.