Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1953

When Lambert reached Estelle's door, he didn’t knock, knowing all too well that Estelle would not be awake.

Presently, once Estelle slept, she couldn't wake on her own—she had to be called.

Pushing the door open, Lambert took a seat at the edge of the bed, gazing at Estelle's pained expression as she slept. The sight twisted his heart with a sharp pang of distress.

What nightmares must be haunting her to cause such terror?

He had searched the world for medicine that would purge the toxins from her body, yet the effects were minimal at best.

Estelle was still trapped in her dreams, unable to wake.

She once delighted in her sleep, but now, it had twisted into a cruel torment.

With a heavy heart, Lambert's voice softened as he called out to her, "Rella, wake up!"

"Darling, the day has broken; it's time to rise and shine!"

"The sun will tan your behind!"

Finally, he had no choice but to shake her arm vigorously. Estelle jolted awake with a look of sheer panic, her breaths coming in rapid gasps as her eyes fixated on some unseen point in the air.

Seeing her pallor and distress, Lambert reached out with a tissue to dab the cold sweat on her forehead but was halted by her icy stare.

He withdrew his hand awkwardly and asked, "Had another nightmare? Did you take the medicine I gave you?"

Estelle sat up, her demeanor slowly steadying, and said in a firm voice, "My affairs are none of your concern. Leave me; I need a shower!"

Her skin felt sticky and uncomfortable with sweat.

"You seem unfamiliar with ‘babbling’. Allow me to clarify—"

"You seem to misunderstand 'babbling.' It's usually reserved for those who talk incessantly, but I am noble, a gentleman."

With a swift movement, Estelle kicked him off the bed, then sprang to her feet, grabbing his collar and marching him out the door.

"Hey, hey!" Lambert protested. "Darling, what are you doing?"

She deposited him at the top of the stairs and with a swift kick sent him tumbling out. Without a backward glance, she turned on her heel and strode away, her cool, imposing demeanor unaffected by her pajamas.

Downstairs, Jonathan and Sylvia watched wide-eyed as Lambert tumbled down the stairs, wailing all the way.

The two exchanged a look, speechless at the scene unfolding before them.