Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2547

The man sat casually on a barstool, microphone in hand, his gaze fixed on the screen. His profile was striking—handsome, with a hint of melancholy—and he sang with a depth of feeling that drew everyone in.

His voice was warm and mellow, carrying a subtle undertone that made it all the more captivating.

Milanda clung to Sylvia’s arm, barely able to contain her excitement. “Isn’t he gorgeous? Boss, if you keep acting indifferent, everyone in the office is going to lose control and throw themselves at him.”

Sylvia winced; Milanda’s grip was almost painful. Watching her friend’s enthusiasm, she gave a faint smile. “Milanda, do you actually have a crush on Mr. Winters?”

Milanda let out a dramatic sigh. “I know my limits. There’s no way someone like Mr. Winters would notice a mere mortal like me. Admit it, you’re just teasing me because you know you’re the only one he’s interested in, aren’t you?”

Sylvia arched an eyebrow, her voice cool. “Sorry!”

“Don’t apologize—just tell me: do you like Mr. Winters?” Milanda leaned in, grinning mischievously. “You can tell me. I swear I won’t breathe a word to him.”

Sylvia ignored her, refusing to rise to the bait.

How did I fall for you and decide to go home with you?

To give up everything—nothing else matters.

Words fall short, my feelings too long for paper.

Every story I have is about you.

Eugene’s singing continued, and when he reached those lines, he couldn’t help but glance back at Sylvia.

She was staring at the screen, lost in thought—or maybe she was just listening intently to his voice.

Eugene’s expression darkened, just for a moment. Then he stood up with a smile. “It’s been ages since I last sang—I just can’t get into the groove. Who wants the next song?”

Everyone protested, clearly wanting more, but Eugene wouldn’t budge. He handed the microphone to someone else and returned to sit beside Sylvia.

“You were great,” Sylvia said with a smile. “Why stop now?”

Turn on the TV and see

How many people are fighting for their lives

Bravely pushing forward

Shouldn’t we be grateful

Cherish what we have, even if we have nothing at all

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Milanda sat on Sylvia’s right, arm raised and swaying with the music. On Sylvia’s other side, Eugene took her left hand in his, holding it tightly.

Sylvia instinctively tried to pull away, but Eugene held on, looking at her as he gently swayed their joined hands. He smiled. “Relax. Don’t fight it—try joining in with us.”