Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3261

"It was just yesterday at your house. Grandma Hanson said she wanted to set me up with a guy," Norah lied smoothly, thinking on her feet.

Gonzalez frowned, his voice turning cold. "Don't listen to her."

"Obviously, I didn't. If there was a really great guy, she would've saved him for Yvonne. Why would she introduce him to me?" Norah scoffed softly.

His expression relaxed. "Not bad. You're not entirely clueless."

Norah burst into a bright, blooming smile. "You sound exactly like Henson right now!"

He scoffed. "I can't believe you're smiling. Even Henson looks down on your intelligence."

Her smile vanished, and she ground her teeth. "I'm just playing dumb. Secretly, I'm brilliant!"

"At least you know how to use big words," Gonzalez agreed dryly.

She arched an eyebrow. "Are you complimenting my brilliance?"

His gaze turned solemn. "I'm just worried about one thing right now."

"What?" she asked curiously.

He stared at her, his voice dropping to a slow, husky murmur. "I'm worried our future kids will inherit your IQ."

Norah choked on her breath. "Excuse me?"

Gonzalez looked back down to chop vegetables, his tone as casual and indifferent as ever. "Weren't you just talking about finding a boyfriend? If you're going to date, you naturally have to think about marriage and kids down the line."

She struggled to keep up with his rapid shift in conversation. After a moment, she recovered and laughed. "Then I'll just have to find a guy as brilliant as me."

The hand holding the kitchen knife twitched. He shot her a meaningful look.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing." His tone was flat. "Just thinking... that might be a bit of a challenge."

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He held her gaze. "Zoning out again?"

Her face heated up. She really couldn't focus tonight.

"Of course not. I was just... looking at the material, figuring out where to start." She threw out a flimsy excuse, dropping her gaze and muttering, "Stop staring at me and read your book!"

His long, elegantly jointed fingers flipped a page open. "Understood, Ms. Norah."

His voice was naturally deep and slightly raspy. Hearing him call her 'Ms. Norah' sent a delicious tingle straight down her spine. She took a quiet, deep breath, forcing her head to clear and pinning all her attention to the textbook.

The night in J City was vibrant. Countless lights reflected against the wide glass windows, painting a picture of a glittering, extravagant metropolis.

Yet, inside, the autumn night felt incredibly peaceful. Against the backdrop of the city, the two of them sat on the sofa—one tall and brooding, the other pure and gentle. They exchanged the occasional whisper or quietly read in their own worlds. The warm, golden glow of the floor lamp beside them seemed to cast an undeniably intimate mood over the room.

Circe was curled up in Norah's lap, having found a comfortable spot to fall fast asleep.

Glancing over casually, Gonzalez actually felt a sharp twinge of jealousy.