Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2791

Sylvia nodded, said goodbye to Evelyn, and turned to leave.

Mrs. Winters let out a sigh of relief and quickly said to Eugene, “Why don’t you two chat? You young people have more to talk about.”

Eugene politely declined. “I don’t know Ms. Quintin well, so we don’t have much to discuss. Since she’s your friend, Mom, you should be the one to entertain her.”

With that, Eugene gave Evelyn a slight nod and walked away.

Evelyn subtly clenched her fists. It was one thing for her to look down on Eugene, but for him to look down on her was another matter entirely.

Mrs. Winters was fuming, silently cursing Eugene for being so clueless. If Aries Winters were old enough for marriage, did he think she would have introduced Evelyn to him?

For now, she could only try to smooth things over. “Our Eugene is just a bit shy. He gets flustered around girls and doesn’t know what to say. He’s usually so busy with work that he hardly has time to socialize.”

Evelyn feigned a nonchalant smile. “He seemed to be chatting just fine with Sylvia.”

Mrs. Winters’s tone became fawning. “Ms. Jarvis works in public relations; she’s a social butterfly who gets along with everyone. She can’t compare to you. You’re a true lady, poised and elegant.”

Flattered by Mrs. Winters’s words, a slight smile appeared on Evelyn’s face. “But it seems everyone prefers Sylvia’s type.”

Mrs. Winters, ever the worldly-wise socialite, saw right through Evelyn’s comparison and immediately said, “They’re just playing with her. How many men who get close to her are actually sincere?”

Evelyn smiled and changed the subject. “Is Gladys not here?”

“She’s here,” Mrs. Winters replied quickly. “She’s probably off with her friends. I’ll call her over in a bit.”

*

Sylvia stopped two meters away from him. For some reason, the sense of urgency that had been hounding her vanished the moment she saw him.

Dressed in a long black gown, her skin was as pale as snow. Her loose, wavy hair added a touch of languor to her look as she said casually, “I don’t believe I’m required to follow your orders anymore.”

The man’s dark eyes were cool, his tone low and slow. “So my words don’t count?”

The chilling final note of his question brought back the pressure she’d just shed. Sylvia offered a faint smile, her voice laced with resignation and a barely perceptible hint of playfulness.

“They do. The debt I owe you for raising me is immeasurable, so your words will always count. But I’m already late. You can fix almost anything, but you can’t turn back time. So, what’s my punishment?”

“Come here,” the man said in a low voice.

Sylvia paused for a moment before walking toward him. The afternoon sun flowed over her black dress, outlining her alluring curves and accentuating her cool, stunning beauty.