Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 812

Jonathan didn't beat around the bush, saying, "Yeah, I'll bring her home to meet you guys in a bit."

"Who is she?"

"Just an ordinary girl." Jonathan said with a nonchalant smile, "You guys will like her."

"Uh-huh." Geoffrey nodded, didn't ask any further, just reminded, "Be careful on the road."

"Sure."

After watching Jonathan drive away, Geoffrey went into the mansion and headed upstairs.

In his bedroom, the servant had already prepared his pajamas and a foot bath. Geoffrey sat on the couch, soaking his feet and reading the newspaper.

Cathrine came out from the inner room and asked, "What were you and Jonathan talking about downstairs?"

Geoffrey put down the newspaper, a serious look on his face, "Jonathan has a girlfriend."

Cathrine seemed surprised, but also as if she had expected it. "No wonder he hasn't been staying at home for the past few months. He really does have a girlfriend. Whose daughter is she?"

"He didn't say." Geoffrey said thoughtfully, "I'll have someone look into it."

His son had always had his own ideas, and didn't like others meddling in his affairs. Geoffrey had always respected his decisions, so he was still hesitating whether to investigate or not.

Cathrine came over and sat across from him, her expression gentle, "Could you not look into it? This is Jonathan's own business. If you interfere, he might be upset. We should trust Jonathan. He's always been disciplined when it comes to relationships. We've already pressured him into marrying for the Macclain family, I believe he can handle his own feelings."

Geoffrey had always respected his wife, and she rarely asked him for anything. Seeing her earnest gaze, he couldn't help but soften, and nodded lightly, "Alright, we'll wait for him to bring her home."

Cathrine smiled, "Thank you."

Looking at the woman he had spent a lifetime with, Geoffrey felt a warmth in his heart, "It's late. You should get some rest."

"I can't sleep if I don't." Jonathan kissed her over and over, from passionate to gentle, his voice deep and husky.

Estelle hugged his neck, moved, and couldn't help but call out, "Honey."

Jonathan stiffened, "What did you call me?"

Estelle instantly sobered up, breathed softly, and pretended to be confused, "Hmm?"

"Say it again." Jonathan coaxed her in a whisper, holding her waist.

Estelle leaned her forehead against his shoulder, tightened her arms, and couldn't help but laugh.

Jonathan knew she was laughing, and thinking of her accidental address, he felt a different kind of satisfaction. He held her slender waist tightly and kissed her again.