Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1952

Estelle watched as Jonathan's eyelids grew heavy and gently fell shut on the screen, his long lashes casting faint shadows under his weary eyes.

He was truly exhausted.

She understood his anxiety and concern he had been carrying over the past few days, all the restraint he had exhibited—for her.

She knew every facet of his love for her.

Estelle gazed unblinkingly at his sleeping face, a mixture of joy and sorrow swelling in her heart. Overwhelmed, her eyes brimmed with tears as she whispered softly, "Honey, I love you!"

If their time together in the hidden chamber was the awakening of her feelings, a different kind of affection beyond camaraderie, then venturing to J City was a quest to understand those unfamiliar emotions.

But it was only after really being with him and getting to know him that she realized how wonderful he was, and what love really meant.

His love was a transfusion of new blood into her life, a ray of light piercing the gloom of her existence, breathing new life into her.

Estelle tilted her head, admiring his handsome, tranquil features, and couldn't help but smile, her eyes shining like stars.

Jonathan had truly fallen asleep, missing the words that would have thrilled him to ecstasy.

The next morning, as Lambert descended the stairs, he found Alvis and his companion Beverly seated in the living room. They were still wearing the masks from the previous day, as if it was their usual attire.

For some reason, Lambert sensed a tinge of disgust in Alvis's gaze toward him.

He frowned slightly but his face quickly brightened with a smile as he approached, "I apologize for not visiting Mr. Alvis sooner, and now you've had to come to me so early. That's quite remiss of me."

Alvis responded with a detached tone, "No need for apologies. I'm here to discuss the matter of new energy with Mr. Brennan."

Lambert raised an eyebrow, "So, you're interested in new energy as well?"

She let go quickly, "Sorry! But please, stay calm. I trust Estelle, and I believe you trust her even more."

Jonathan took a deep breath and settled back into the couch, his gaze fixed on the upstairs, his expression beneath the mask turning grim.

He had just dealt with a Manley, and now here was this Lambert emerging out of nowhere, with perhaps a history with Stella he knew nothing about!

He should strap them both to a rocket and send them off to colonize a new planet—let them contribute to human propagation!

Sylvia whispered, "Lambert surely doesn't know Estelle's real identity. Don't worry too much!"

Jonathan replied in a heavy, measured tone, "It's not Ella that I'm worried about. I'm figuring out how to send Lambert to meet his maker."

Lambert didn't let Sylvia go upstairs, partly because he didn't trust her as she was from Alvis' circle, and partly because he didn't want anyone to be aware of Estelle's current physical condition, to prevent her from being exploited.