Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2559

They chatted and laughed for a while as evening slowly crept in. Eugene finally said, “Grandma, I’ll take Sylvia home now. I’ll come visit again soon!”

Grandma Winters nodded with a warm smile. “Alright, you both should come together next time!”

Eugene turned to Sylvia, teasing, “That’s up to her. Does she want to come back?”

“Of course,” Sylvia replied with a gentle smile. “Grandma Winters, I’ll definitely visit again.”

Grandma Winters nodded, looking pleased. “Good. You two take care on your way.”

After saying her goodbyes once more, Sylvia left the cozy cottage with Eugene.

As the wooden gate closed behind them, Sylvia couldn’t help glancing back. A mix of warmth and melancholy welled up inside her, so tangled she couldn’t tell if she felt happiness or sadness.

Eugene looked over at her. “Are you in a hurry to get home?”

“Hmm?” Sylvia blinked out of her thoughts and turned to him.

“If you’re not, how about taking a walk?” Eugene suggested.

“Sure!” she agreed at once.

The streets around them were lined with old townhouses—some lovingly restored and clearly still lived in, others with crumbling brickwork and peeling paint, long abandoned.

The last light of day filtered through the alley, casting a soft golden glow over the ivy leaves climbing the walls. The air was peaceful, almost timeless.

Sylvia felt a faint sense of déjà vu, reminded of a quiet lane in the old quarter of C City. The same deep stillness, the same feeling that the path might go on forever.

The setting sun painted Eugene’s features with a gentle light, making him look even more striking than usual.

Eugene went on. “This place is the only home I’ve ever really known. When I was little, I used to dream that my grandfather would come to his senses one day, bring Grandma back, and that my father would be a devoted son. I imagined all of us living happily together as a family.”

But as he grew older, that dream faded, drifting further and further away—just like those childhood hopes he once shared in school.

“I may have had a house growing up,” Eugene said quietly, “but I always longed for a real family. In that way, we’re not so different.”

Sylvia gave a faint smile. “Do you know what my childhood was really like?”

She’d never longed for family affection.

“If you want to tell me, I’d love to listen,” Eugene said softly.

Sylvia’s steps faltered just for a moment, then she kept walking in silence.