Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3054

Just as Talia felt a surge of secret delight and took another step forward, a cold, harsh voice cut through the silence.

"Get the hell out."

Talia jolted, nearly dropping the shirt. She stood there, her embarrassment quickly twisting into fierce humiliation. She slammed the shirt onto the sofa, turned on her heel, and stormed out.

A moment later, Jonathan emerged from the bedroom. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his sculpted chest, exuding a cold, predatory sex appeal.

Walking over to the sofa, he picked up the new shirt, gave it a quick sniff, and tossed it onto the floor with a look of utter disgust.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Estelle's number. "Ella, where are you?"

"I'm in the garden," Estelle said with a laugh. "You don't see me?"

She seemed to be looking for him. Not spotting him, she muttered, "Where did you go?"

Jonathan scoffed softly. "You didn't even notice your own husband went missing. If someone scooped me up, I'd like to see if you'd cry."

Estelle raised an eyebrow. "Whoever dares to take you, I'll beat them until their teeth fall out."

That answer satisfied Jonathan. "I'm on the second floor. My shirt got dirty. Come help me change."

Estelle paused for a moment before saying, "I'm coming up."

Jonathan's voice grew lower and softer. "Hurry."

*

Leaving the guest room, Talia stomped down the hallway in a furious huff, intending to find her friends in the garden and figure out who that arrogant jerk was.

While waiting for the elevator, she saw a woman approaching, asking a staff member for the room number of the man she had just left.

Talia's eyes darted around. As the woman walked past her, she feigned a casual tone and said,

"He just finished a date with me and is already inviting you? If you don't believe me, go look at his shirt. I accidentally splashed my drink on it while we were together. You better watch out for a jerk like that!"

She even reached out to give Estelle a patronizing pat on the shoulder.

But before her fingers could even make contact, Estelle grabbed her wrist and flipped her over her shoulder in a flawless throw.

Estelle hopped onto the coffee table across from him, giving him an amused look. "Done throwing a tantrum?"

Yesterday, while helping Mr. Tucker with costume designs for his movie, she had casually mentioned over the phone that the male lead—a former model—had a great physique. Jonathan had overheard, and he had been sulking ever since last night.

She ignored him, and he had skipped breakfast entirely, opting to take his frustration out on a punching bag in the third-floor gym all morning.

He was doing this on purpose now, wasn't he?

It wasn't the first time he had tried to seduce her like this.

If people knew that the ruthless and decisive Mr. Lamont of the corporate world acted like a petulant child in private, they'd laugh their heads off.

Jonathan's deep gaze darkened as he reached his hand out to her.

Estelle took it, only to be yanked straight onto his lap. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his abs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper by her ear.

"Who has a better body?"