Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2707

The man’s long, elegant fingers, looking like cool, lustrous jade in the shifting light, turned the velvet box over a few times before he slowly opened it.

As the lid lifted, a brilliant light flashed from within, momentarily outshining the golden sunset.

Inside the velvet box were two rings.

Wedding rings, designed by Estelle herself.

The bride’s ring featured a seven-carat pink diamond, perfectly cut to nearly the width of her finger. It had no extra embellishments, only the captivating, pure brilliance of the pink diamond itself.

It was just like her—clean and translucent, yet possessing a fire that only he knew.

His ring had the letters L and M encrusted with diamonds. The tail of the L extended to connect with the diagonal line of a subtle X, creating a design that was fluid, simple, elegant, and exceptionally stylish.

Jonathan’s eyes were deep and inscrutable as he took the two rings out, his lips curling into a smile.

Suddenly, the smile froze on his face.

As he held the rings between his fingers, they touched. The light from the pink diamond reflected onto his ring, and a few words faintly appeared on its surface:

“My One True Love”

Jonathan’s fingers trembled. Those words felt as if they were carved into his heart, each stroke deep and permanent.

His heart quivered with a searing pain, like a fire consuming him, threatening to set his very blood ablaze.

Jonathan opened his palm, and the two rings slid into it. He slowly closed his hand around them, his throat working as he leaned back in his chair, swallowing repeatedly.

My one true love. We have only each other.

It was a long time before the sky began to darken. Jonathan finally took out his phone and sent Estelle a message.

[I saw the gift. I love it.]

Loved it to the point of madness.

Estelle replied quickly: [I’m glad you like it.]

Jonathan: [What about the wedding rings I had made?]

Coincidentally, he had also chosen a pink diamond for her.

Only a color so clear yet so brilliant could be worthy of his Ella.

In the twilight, the man’s eyes darkened slightly. He sent a voice message.

Estelle was just leaving Sunrise Villa and heading to the dining hall, a few steps behind Old Mr. Jarvis. Seeing the voice message from Jonathan, she opened it and held the phone to her ear.

A man’s deep, husky voice, laced with a tantalizing sexiness, whispered in her ear,

“What a coincidence. I’m craving you too.”

Each word, like a raindrop tapping on jade infused with the scent of cherry blossoms, carried a tender and seductive lilt that pierced through her eardrum and straight to her heart, leaving a soft echo.

Estelle stopped in her tracks, the tips of her ears instantly turning red, as if the twilight reflecting off the blossoms by the corridor had stained them a burning pink.

Thank goodness she had held it to her ear. Thank goodness the volume was low.

Annoyed, Estelle put her phone away.

Up ahead, Old Mr. Jarvis happened to turn back and, seeing she had fallen behind, stopped to wait for her.

Estelle walked up to him. In the shadowed wooden corridor, her features were exquisite and cool, but a flicker of tenderness, almost imperceptible, shone in her eyes.