NovelEnglishJonathan chuckled, “Once | take out that cobalt bomb, I'll zip right back to Zion. Since Raiden’s got your number, you've got to keep your eyes peeled, Ella. | reckon he’s gunning for you harder than a bull chasing a matador.” “I know!” Gab cracked a smile, “Today's Estelle’s birthday, and it’s almost nightfall. I'll leave the rest of the day to you guys. I'm heading back!” He turned to Estelle, “Happy Birthday!” “Take care, and don’t you forget our deal — to visit Grandpa back in C City with me!” Estelle’s eyes bore deep affection. “I will!” Gab nodded emphatically, gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, said his goodbyes to Jonathan, and strode off. As Gab’s tall figure vanished, Estelle gazed out the window, watching his car pull away from the manor. Jonathan wrapped her in his arms, “Don’t worry about anyone else. In tomorrow’s mission, make sure you stay safe.” He held her close, kissing the crown of her head, his voice a tender murmur, “Ella, even if it's just for me, don’t get hurt.” Estelle hugged him back, “Of course, we'll make it htogether!” They stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, silently embracing, their heartbeats synchronizing, as if their lives were woven into each other's. After a while, Estelle looked up, “Is it tto head back to Zion?” “Not just yet,” Jonathan replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes warm and focused, “We haven't had cake yet.” “Cake?” Estelle arched an eyebrow, “Didn’t we already do that?” Jonathan frowned slightly, “That didn’t count!” Estelle laughed softly, unsurprised by his stubbornness. Jonathan lifted her into his arms, “Con, I'm gonna bake you a cake.” Estelle giggled, resting on his shoulder, “Since when do you bake cakes? That's news to me.” “There’s a lot you don’t know. I've got to keep a bit of mystery, so you don’t fall out of love with me!” Jonathan joked as he carried her downstairs.
Of course, he wouldn't tell Estelle about how he woke up at 3 a.m., summoned a pastry chef, and was taught step-by-step how to bake a cake. The chef sipped his coffee, lavishing praise, “Mr. Alvis, you're the finest leader I've ever seen. Even your cake-baking is dashing. Your mother would be over the moon with a cake made by your hand.” He had been puzzled, “How’d you figure this cake’s for my mother?” The chef was equally surprised, “Isn't that peach-shaped pastry for her?” (Image) (Image) Estelle eyed the ingredients on the counter, slightly overwhelmed, “How do we even start with this?” Read at DramasJonathan hoisted her onto the counter and handed her the prepared fruit, “Just watch and learn!” (Image) Jonathan rolled up his shirt sleeves and began with the cake base, mixing butter and sugar in the mixer at high speed. Then he added egg whites and baking powder, continuing to mix.
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