Jonathan glanced at her and said to Old Mr. Jarvis, "With her like this, it's impossible forto be in a hurry either."
Though his tone was one of resignation, it was filled with affection.
Old Mr. Jarvis laughed heartily.
That night.
The group stayed up late chatting with Old Mr. Jarvis before heading off to their own rooms.
Back in their courtyard, the wooden corridor was still adorned with festive red lanterns, casting a multicolored glow on Coco's
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Estelle fed Coco swalnuts. The parrot squawked, "Congratulations, Ella! Ella, have babies soon!"
Estelle looked at Jonathan in surprise. "Who taught it to say that?"
Jonathan took her wrist and pulled her into his embrace, his handsfeatures looking even more striking under the lamplight. "It
doesn't need to be taught. It just picks things up when it hears people say them enough."
Jonathan held Estelle's hand and continued to feed Coco. "From your beak to God's ears," he said with a small smile.
Estelle was exasperated. "You actually believe a bird!"
Jonathan looked down at her, his eyes burning. "Maybe there's one on the way already."
Estelle turned to face him, her delicate features showing a mix of seriousness and concern. "But | drank a lot yesterday!"
"It's fine. | asked the doctor; it won't have a major impact." Jonathan's fingers traced her eyebrows, his gaze falling on her soft pink
lips. He couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her.
"Hey!" Coco flapped its wings to cover its eyes.
Jonathan rested his forehead against Estelle's, his gaze intense. "We won't let it watch," he murmured.
Her eyes sparkling like stars, Estelle smiled and nodded.
Jonathan lifted her into his arms and turned toward the bedroom
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