Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3386

Night felt endless, yet too brief. Between waking and dreaming, dawn broke.

Norah floated in and out of consciousness. The night had been a tempestuous sea—at times gentle and rippling, at others a roaring tide that crashed over her. But through it all, he was tender, a steady anchor in the storm.

The sun hid behind heavy clouds the next morning, and the rhythmic patter of rain lulled her deeper into sleep. She had no desire to leave the bed.

Gonzalez held her close. Eyes still shut, Norah reached under her pillow, finding the silver-accented leather bracelet she had bought him, and slipped it onto his wrist.

Later, annoyed when the metal dug into her waist, she quietly took it back off, earning a low chuckle from him.

Rainy days were made for sleeping. She didn't step outside the house once.

...

That evening, Adrian ran into Khloe while out at a business dinner.

Khloe was eating with a group of friends, but her face lit up when she saw him, and she rushed over to say hello.

Adrian wasn't in the mood to chat. He exchanged a few polite words and was about to leave when Khloe suddenly brought up Sara.

"Adrian, Sara has always been like this. Don't take her seriously, or she'll just play you for a fool."

Adrian's tone cooled. "Has she... dated a lot of guys before?"

"Most of them couldn't even be called boyfriends!" Khloe scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Honestly, she's never had a serious relationship. She just plays around until she gets bored, then dumps them."

A sharp spike of irritation pierced Adrian's chest. Had he just been dumped, too?

Noticing his dark expression, Khloe smiled. "Don't let it bother you. She's leaving tomorrow anyway."

Adrian froze. "Leaving? To where?"

"A work assignment abroad," Khloe said lightly. "She won't be back for a while."

Adrian's heart sank. She hadn't said a word to him!

So she really was a heartless player. She slept with him, felt absolutely zero guilt, and was just going to pack up and leave.

He wasn't drunk. His mind remained frustratingly sharp. When he finally got home, he couldn't stop himself from dialing Sara's number.

Sara was already asleep. She blinked blearily at the glowing screen, half-convinced she was dreaming.

Right before the call disconnected, she answered. "Hello?"

Silence on the other end.

"Adrian?" she asked tentatively.

Still nothing.

"Must be a pocket dial," she muttered. She was just pulling the phone away to hang up when his voice, thick and tight, came through the speaker.

"You're leaving tomorrow?"

Sara paused. She brushed her tangled hair out of her face and replied evenly, "Yeah."