Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2109

Gabriel narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to look at Estelle, his brows furrowed just a touch.

Estelle burst into a quick smile, "Okay, okay, I'll drop it, happy now?"

After her words, she mumbled under her breath, "For all you know, Sylvia might not even be into you. She's got the looks and the brains—probably has a line of admirers wrapped around the block!"

Gabriel's face darkened, "What does it matter to me how many admirers she has?"

Estelle replied, "It doesn't, you two are history anyway!"

Gabriel was speechless.

They exchanged a few more words about Evelyn, and then a car rolled up to the gate. Estelle's lips curved upwards involuntarily, "That's Jonathan; I'll go say hi."

Gabriel said earnestly, "Let Jonathan prove that you made the right choice back then. Have a good relationship, don't let him down!"

Estelle nodded with a genuine smile, "I will!"

"Go on then!"

"Mhm."

Estelle walked toward the incoming car.

Dinner was a lively affair. Old Mr. Quintin, in high spirits from the festive occasion, had a few extra drinks with Old Mr. Jarvis, keeping the mood upbeat.

Evelyn sat next to Old Mr. Quintin, dutifully pouring his wine. Each time she filled his glass, Old Mr. Quintin would happily drink it all in one go.

Old Mr. Jarvis asked, "Have you heard from Vivian yet?"

Old Mr. Quintin, his cheeks rosy from the wine, looked momentarily somber before smiling, "Yes, she's currently leading her team in an art exhibition. Her assistant said she'll return once it's over."

Vivian had inherited Old Mr. Quintin's artistic talent and was always busy with her creations, teaching students, and holding exhibitions, excelling in every aspect.

Evelyn watched the playful banter between Old Mr. Quintin and Sophia, laughing awkwardly, "Is Grandpa not allowed to drink? I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's not your fault, he can't control himself!" Sophia chuckled.

"Don't listen to her!" Old Mr. Quintin grumbled, glaring at Sophia.

Sophia was about to retort when Jason, sitting beside her, tugged on her sweater sleeve, "Let it go, Sophia. Old Mr. Quintin's happy today."

Sophia turned to Jason, "You're not mad at me anymore?"

Jason met her gaze, "When was I ever mad at you?"

"You were giving me the cold shoulder just yesterday!"

Jason's gaze deepened, and he looked away without a word.