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Chapter 2719

Yvonne had changed into a gold-and-gray gown that shimmered in the sunlight, making her look even more radiant.

“Jonathan!” Yvonne called out to him.

Jonathan's handsface was impassive. The midday sun was scorching, but it did nothing to dispel the chill around him.

“Congratulations!” Yvonne said with a gentle smile.

“Thanks,” Jonathan replied, his tone cold and distant. He had no desire to talk to her and started to walk away.

Yvonne immediately stepped in front of him, blocking his path. With a feigned innocence in her arched brows, she said,

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“You and Estelle are getting married. You're not still holding a grudge about the past, are you?”

Jonathan was dressed all in black, with only the sapphire cufflinks on his shirt glinting in the sun. With one hand in his pocket, he

said coolly, “If either Ella or | gave you a second thought, you wouldn't have the chance to be standing here talking to me. Use

your brain before you speak. Stoping tojust to prove how stupid you are.”

The gentle smile on Yvonne's face froze. She bit her lip. “What | mean is, since you and Estelle are getting married, the past is in

the past. | was hoping we could go back to the way things were.”

“What do you mean, ‘the way things were?” the man asked in a low voice.

“To be friends again, like before. You, me, Charlie, and Josiah—we used to be so close. Because of Estelle, Charlie has grown

distant, and Josiah ignores me. Could you put in a good word for me? Help us get back to how we were,” Yvonne pleaded.

“Because of Estelle?” Jonathan sneered. “Yvonne, when you finally figure out the real reason everyone abandoned you, then you

can think about trying to patch things up. And another thing—"

His voice grew even colder. “Don'te toagain. | don't care about your relationship with Charlie and Josiah, but as for me,

from the moment you hurt Estelle, we could never be friends again. Ever.”

“Jonathan!” Tears welled in Yvonne's eyes. She choked back a sob, looking both wronged and restrained. “It was my fault that |