Chapter 59


    Lucille looked embarrassed andughed awkwardly. “Whenever I had troubles before, I could always


    get guidance from her, so I wanted to ask for her advice this time as well.”


    Henson replied indifferently, “are you gonna ask my grandma’s opinion when you get married?”


    Lucille’s face turned red, and she nced at Jonathan, hinting, “Of course!”


    Henson sighed, “Well, you’re out of luck then. My grandma loves that homeless guy near our house the


    most, and she’ll definitely introduce you to him.”


    Lucille choked.


    Estelle held back herughter, and took a bite of the sd,


    A hint of amusement shed across Jonathan’s eyes, as he pretended to be angry, “Hey, don’t make


    jokes like


    that.”


    Everyone had different expressions on their faces, with Lucille looking the most upset.


    After a moment of silence, Lucille spoke up again, this time only talking to Jonathan, “Jonathan, my


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    friend opened a nightclub. I’ve been there and it’s not bad. How about we go there tonight?”


    Jonathan looked down while eating, his expression indifferent, “I stayed uptest night, and I want to


    rest early today.”


    Lucille asked in concern, “Did you attend a meetingst night?”


    Jonathan’s eyes remained calm, “No, something else.”


    Lucille suddenly realized, “You were watching a game, right?”


    Jonathan nced at Estelle, answering casually, “Mhm.”


    Lucille expressed her concern, “Don’t stay


    up toote. Take care of yourself.”


    After finishing lunch, Estelle continued teaching Henson.


    Lucille came with the excuse of visiting Jonathan’s parents, then had lunch with them. After the meal,


    she didn’t have any reason to stay, so she left reluctantly.


    After the ss, Henson asked Estelle to teach him shooting. They went to thewn in the yard and


    yed for a


    while.


    Jonathan sat on the balcony on the third floor, basking in thefortable sunlight. He indeed hadn’t


    slept wellst night and was now dozing off on the sofa.


    Whenughter came from the yard, he turned his gaze and saw Estelle.


    She was teaching Henson how to shoot, dressed in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, her hair messy


    from the wind, but her body standing tall and straight.


    Jonathan watched her, lost in thought.


    He never thought that he would find a sexual partner.


    Physiologically, he was rarely impulsive.


    Back when he was engaged with the Macin family, he was truly resistant deep down, and he didn’t


    take the marriage seriously or think about actually marrying a wife.


    He didn’t think he would have any rtionship with Estelle before that night, after all, there was too


    much difference between them in age and experience.


    But after that night, everything seemed to fall into ce naturally.


    He couldn’t quite grasp Estelle’s intentions, nor did he care. They were like passengers who had


    boarded the wrong train, eventually departing and disappearing from each other’s worlds after reaching


    the destination.


    He closed his eyes, squinting for a while, and regained his usual calm and sharp look when he opened


    them again. He no longer watched Estelle’s shooting figure and got up to go to the study.