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Chapter 271
The servants had already set the table, and Estelle had no choice but to stay. When everyone started
talking about something else, she hurried to the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief.
She was, after all, Jonathan’s legitimate wife. Even if the Lamont family found out, it shouldn’t be a
problem. Yet she couldn’t help but feeling guilty, as she was afraid that Mrs./Lamont would see through
her.
And to make things worse, Jonathan kept dropping hints, as if he didn’t care if someone found out.
Estelle turned on the faucet, washed her face, and when she lowered her head, she heard the door
creak behind her. She looked up and was instantly taken aback by the reflection of the man in the
mirror.
The man was leaning against the wooden door lazily, watching her.
Estelle spun around, staring at the man with wide eyes. He was just out of his mind, coming in like this
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwhen they were at the first floor of the house, where Mrs. Lamont and Norah could easily walk in.
Jonathan approached her, his tall figure pressed against her, forcing her to lean back. He asked in a
casual tone, “Ms. Macclain hasn’t answered my question earlier. How do you know if we click, huh?”
Estelle tilted her head slightly, her face covered in water droplets, just like the morning petals covered
in dew, crystal clear and transparent.
Her clear eyes were filled with a mixture of innocence and a hint of nervousness and annoyance.
“Hmm?” The man leaned down, resting his arms on the sink, never taking his eyes off hers.
His imposing presence made the air in the bathroom stagnant. Estelle whispered, “Don’t make a scene.
Norah knows I’m in the bathroom, and I can’t be in here for too long!”
Jonathan leaned down and bit her slightly damp lips, and murmured, “Answer my question, and I’ll let
you go.”
Estelle’s face turned pale, the water droplet rolling down her delicate neck. The man slightly looked
away, his eyes growing darker.
“Jonathan,” Estelle spoke softly.
The man paid no attention, leaning down to kiss her jawline.
Estelle glanced at the door, fearing that someone might walk by and see them despite the frosted
glass.
Jonathan pecked her at the corner of her lips, his voice hoarse, “What makes a good match? Are we a
good match?”
Estelle’s ears turned red as she turned her head away and mumbled, “Yes.”
He bit her lip again before finally getting up, helping her wipe off the water droplets at the corner of her
mouth with his thumb, making Estelle shiver from the touch of his calloused fingertip.
Jonathan chuckled, his low, hoarse voice reminiscent of a certain moment of pleasure in the dead of
night, seductive and wicked.
Estelle’s face flushed bright red.
Jonathan finally let her go, took two steps back, and walked out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce the door was closed, Estelle leaned against the sink. She was so limp that she almost fell down.
“Knock, knock, knock!”
Suddenly, the knocking on the door startled Estelle, making her straighten up immediately.
“Estelle, are you in there?”
It was Norah.
Estelle took a deep breath, went back to the sink, splashed cold water on her face again, before calmly
walking over to open the door.
Norah laughed, “Uncle said you were in the upstairs bathroom. I couldn’t find you there, so I had to
come back down here.”
Estelle smiled, “Mr. Lamont probably got it wrong.”
Not, giving it much thought, Norah dragged Estelle towards the dining room, Come on, let’s eat!”
After Estelle sat down, Jonathan came down from the second floor. He took the seat across from her,
his brows relaxed, his demeanor dignified. As he ate his food, he appeared quiet and gentle, a stark
contrast to the domineering figure he was in the bathroom just earlier.
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