Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3245

Adrian gave her a thumbs-up. "With that kind of profound enlightenment, I feel like I should be bowing to take you on as my mentor."

Norah suddenly thought of Gonzalez and lowered her gaze, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Let's skip the mentorship. I don't want to go down with your ship when people eventually start making fun of you."

Feigning outrage, Adrian grabbed a thick file off his desk and swung it at her. Norah shrieked with laughter, covering her head and ducking away.

The two of them dissolved into laughter.

Watching the beautiful girl laughing so freely, a surge of deep affection swelled in Adrian's chest. The confession was right on the tip of his tongue. But he swallowed it down, forcing his smile into something more professional. "Norah, let's grab dinner tonight. To celebrate your promotion."

Norah smiled apologetically. "I can't do this week. Let's do next week."

Gonzalez was swamped with work the next few days, and she had promised to look after Circe in the evenings.

*

That night, after getting home, Norah brought Circe over to her apartment and started prepping dinner for the both of them.

She whipped up a bowl of beef and shrimp rice for Circe, topping it off with a spoonful of premium wet food.

For herself, she pulled out a container of beef and tomato stew she had brought from the family estate. All it took was a quick spin in the microwave, and it was good to go.

Twenty minutes later, dinner was served. One human and one cat sat together in the dining area, happily digging in.

Right on cue, a WhatsApp notification popped up from Gonzalez. [Have you eaten?]

Assuming he was just checking in on his cat, Norah snapped a quick picture of Circe eating and sent it over.

Gonzalez replied almost instantly. [What are you eating?]

After thanking the driver, Norah curled up on the sofa with Circe, happily binge-watching a new series while snacking on the sweet crepe roll.

By the time the episode ended, she noticed the sound of heavy rain lashing against the windows.

She walked over to the balcony. It was pouring. After days of suffocating heat, J City was finally getting a refreshing autumn storm.

As she stood there mesmerized by the rainy night, another knock came from the door.

This time, Circe beat her to it, darting toward the door and pawing at it excitedly.

Norah pulled the door open. The man standing in the hallway lifted his dark eyes to meet hers. He had clearly been caught in the downpour. His dark hair was damp, his tailored suit jacket draped casually over one arm. The top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone, giving him an effortless, wildly magnetic edge.

In the cold, quiet solitude of the rainy night, his return flooded Norah with an inexplicable, overwhelming sense of safety.