Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2381

Jason glanced at his phone and said in an even tone, "I've got a little get-together with some classmates tonight."

Sophia responded with a smile, "Perfect, take me with you then."

Jason's heart skipped a beat, his voice softening, "You want to come along?"

Beaming, Sophia replied, "Yeah, my old classmates are having a gathering at The Night, too. So, I'll hitch a ride with you; saves me from driving!"

Jason, "...". The tender feelings brewing inside him silently dissipated as he inquired, "Which floor?"

"The third."

Jason nodded slightly, "Alright, I got it. I'll take you when we leave."

"Thanks, Jason!" Sophia squinted happily, picking up her laptop, "I'm heading home, bye!"

Jason frowned, "Leaving already? Is your workday over?"

"Huh?" Sophia paused, confused.

Jason tossed a few design briefs her way, "Get these drafts done before it gets dark, or forget about the reunion!"

Sophia let out a sigh and sat back down, mumbling, "Damn capitalists," as she picked up the design plans.

Sitting across from her, Jason couldn't help but smirk at her muttering, returning his gaze to the documents.

Sophia stayed for lunch at the Gilder residence, continuing their work into the afternoon.

Seated across a desk, one reviewing documents and the other sketching out designs, they occasionally bickered but also took time to discuss work matters. Overall, the atmosphere remained congenial.

As evening approached, Sophia took a long stretch, "What a fulfilling day. Feels good!"

Leaning back, Jason watched her with a low chuckle, "Still sore?"

Twisting around, she exclaimed, "Much better, Mr. Gilder. You're amazing!"

She tapped her forehead, wondering why she was overthinking things.

Their friendship since childhood was pure and simple; why complicate it with other feelings?

Besides, Jason had liked Estelle before. Even if those feelings had faded, it wasn't likely he'd turn to her.

He'd always found her annoying; it was impossible he'd like her!

Maybe it was just the sunset light, soft and misleading, creating illusions as it fell upon his glasses.

With a sigh of relief, Sophia felt calmer, convincing herself she had misread the situation. She skipped home light-heartedly.

Upon arriving, her mother Jasmine shouted from upstairs, "How old are you, still hopping around? Can't you act a bit more dignified? Otherwise, you'll never get married!"

Looking up, Sophia retorted, "I'll be hopping and skipping even at eighty!"

Jasmine, holding an orange, tossed it at her, "An eighty-year-old bouncing around would mean she's got a screw loose!"