Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2802

Mr. Jarvis looked thoughtful, then said with a playful glint in his eye, "Well, let's not tell him for now. Let him stew a little and see how it feels to be anxious for a change!"

Sylvia looked down. "Mr. Jarvis, I don't want to disappoint you, so I have to be honest. I don't think Gabriel and I will end up together."

This was the real reason she hadn't told Gabriel she'd broken up with Eugene.

If they weren't going to be together, it didn't matter whether he knew or not.

"Why?" Mr. Jarvis asked, confused.

Sylvia gazed into the distance, a longing for freedom in her eyes. "I just want… to live a different kind of life."

She didn't want to spend the rest of her life waiting and being disappointed, trapped in his orbit.

Mr. Jarvis didn't press her. He simply said, "You young people have your own ideas. All that matters is that you're happy."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jarvis," Sylvia said, feeling a pang of guilt toward the kind old man.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Mr. Jarvis said, his expression as gentle as ever. "If anything, we're the ones who should apologize for trying to arrange things without considering your feelings."

"No, not at all. Your kindness has always made me feel warm, like I have a family," Sylvia said with a smile.

Knowing Sylvia was an orphan, Mr. Jarvis felt a deeper wave of affection for her.

As they continued their walk, he added, "That Evelyn girl is hostile toward you. Don't pay any mind to what she says."

Sylvia had sensed it, of course, but hadn't let it bother her. She smiled and nodded. "I know."

After circling the park, they headed back. Mr. Jarvis said, "Go on and enjoy yourself. Join Estelle and Georgia for the banquet and relax."

Sylvia smiled gently. "Okay, I'll go find Georgia now."

"Go on, have fun. Don't think about anything else," Mr. Jarvis said with a wave.

"A Quintin?" Mr. Jarvis shook his head slowly as he sipped his tea. "This style of sowing discord is hardly a Quintin family tradition."

Mr. Quintin was momentarily speechless.

...

The sky gradually darkened.

Lights flickered on one by one, illuminating the entire estate. Fireworks lit up the sky, and music from fountains echoed everywhere, creating a dazzling spectacle of light and color.

The banquet tables in front of the castle stretched for hundreds of meters. A white grand piano sat on a central stage, its music shifting from gentle melodies to passionate crescendos. More and more guests made their way to the dance floor, moving gracefully under the lights.

The grand wedding banquet had officially begun.

On the second-floor balcony, Jonathan Lamont wrapped his arms around Estelle Macclain from behind. His handsome face, illuminated by the lights below, was filled with tenderness. "Let's go dance, too."