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In the soft glow of the evening, Jonathan swung by the film set to pick up Estelle.
This time, instead of idling in the car, he made his way straight to the set.
From a distance, Blythe caught sight of a tall and handsome man approaching and immediately stood up, her gaze
fixated on the newcomer, a flash of awe in her eyes.
As Jonathan drew closer, Blythe spoke up nervously, “Um, you’re here for Estelle, right?”
Jonathan nodded, “I tried calling her, but couldn’t get through. Is she still here?”
Blythe promptly nodded again, “Yes, Estelle had to come back this afternoon for something. I’ll go fetch her for
you.”
“In the front yard? No need, I’ll find her myself,” Jonathan replied, his voice calm, as he started walking further in.
Estelle’s makeshift office was located next to a rented villa on the set, partitioned off in a small courtyard that was
cluttered with various items as the shoot was nearing its final stages.
After some searching, Jonathan finally located Estelle asleep under a banana tree.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA lounge chair was placed under the tree, with Estelle lying on her side, a design blueprint covering her face,
seemingly in a deep sleep.
The setting sun filtered through the leaves of the tree, casting dappled shadows over her, and despite the hustle
and bustle around, she appeared undisturbed.
A smile played on Jonathan’s face as he walked over and gently lifted the blueprint from her face.
With the paper removed, Estelle’s serene profile was revealed. Her eyes opened to the sight of the setting sun, and
Jonathan standing above her.
Leaning on the armrest of the chair with one hand and gently caressing her chin with the other, Jonathan smiled
affectionately, “So you weren’t asleep after all, just lazing about?”
A smile slowly spread across Estelle’s lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer. She
nuzzled her forehead against his chin, a playful whine in her motion, “What brings you here?”
Jonathan planted a soft kiss on her cheek, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Estelle responded, looking up at him with her clear, deep eyes.
Jonathan’s voice deepened, husky with emotion, “Let’s go home.”
“Yeah,” Estelle grinned, “let’s go home.”
On their way back to Bright Commercial Center, Charlie called Jonathan, urging them to come down for dinner
once they got home.
“We’re on the way home, should be there in about half an hour,” Jonathan replied.
“Hurry up, Emily’s whipped up all of Estelle’s favorites!” It sounded like Charlie was bustling around the kitchen, and
he hung up after a few quick words.
Jonathan glanced at Estelle, “If Charlie starts showing off again tonight, I swear I’ll toss him out the window.”
Estelle leaned back in her seat, her expression relaxed, “Let him have his moment of glory, he’s been holding back
for so long.”
Jonathan chuckled, a touch of pride in his laughter, “When do I get to have my moment?”
Estelle turned towards him, “Do you really like kids that much?”
After a moment’s thought, Jonathan quirked an eyebrow, “I wouldn’t have said so before, but now, I’m really
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmlooking forward to our own kids.”
Estelle pressed her lips together, gazing out the car window in silence.
She had visited the hospital after returning from B City that day, and upon hearing from the doctor that everything
was normal and that she wasn’t pregnant, she couldn’t tell if she felt more relief or disappointment.
At the time, she thought it was for the best, sparing her an additional worry.
But hearing Jonathan’s words now, the sense of loss crept back in.
Once at Emily’s place, Kya ran up to them first, “Estelle, Jonathan!”
Estelle lifted Kya into her arms, showing her the box in her hand, “Today we have caramel pudding and hazelnut
cookies. Which one do you want first?”
Kya’s innocent smile revealed her tiny white teeth, “Both!”
“You’re getting greedier by the day!” Estelle laughed, placing her on the sofa and opening the box of sweets.
Charlie emerged from the kitchen, asking Jonathan, “What’ll you have to drink?”
“Just dinner for me tonight, no alcohol,” Jonathan replied coolly.
Charlie’s lips curled into a smirk, “Going dry for the baby-making, huh?”
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