Chapter 62


    Jonathan nced at him, “Don’t be a wuss, you can do it too.”


    Charlie shook his headughing, then sighed, “I’m old now, I’ve long lost the passionate of my youth. S


    ometimes, when looking at the women in bed, they all seem


    the same.”


    Jonathan coolly said, “You mean their prices, right?”


    Charlie burst intoughter.


    The two had walked away, and Saul’s attention was all on Estelle, “How does it feel to see me with Bro


    oke? Do you regret it? If you do, we can…”


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    “Saul!” Estelle interrupted him, “Do I have to bring Brooke out here?”


    Saul looked at her, shocked and hurt, “Estelle, don’t you have any feelings?”


    Estelle’s pupils shrank slightly, and she seemed to see a hysterical woman through the wounded man.


    The woman grabbed her hair and mmed it against the wall, cursing her, “Are you stupid? Are you ev


    en my child?:


    “You heartless wastrell


    -How old was she then?


    Three or four years old?


    Estelle wasn’t sure.


    She looked indifferent, pushed away Saul’s hand, and emotionlessly entered the private room.


    As she walked in, Brooke looked up from the crowd, her eyes full of panic and vignce.


    Suddenly, Estelle felt pity for Brooke.


    By ten o’clock that night, nobody in the group seemed to want to leave. Estelle and Isis told the ss pr


    esident that they were leaving early.


    Isis took thest train home, while Estelle walked back to the Royal Mansion.


    Once she got home, she took a shower and went to bed.


    In the middle of the night, Estelle woke up from a nightmare, hearing noises in the living room.


    The world outside the window was pitch ck. She checked the time it was 1 AM.


    There shouldn’t be any thieves in such an upscale area.


    Estelle got up, opened the door, and saw the kitchen light on. There was a silhouette in front of the fridg


    e.


    Jonathan stood in front of the fridge, baffled as he rummaged through it filled with yogurt, chocte, a


    nd cakes. Eventually, he found his bottle of water in a corner. “Mr. Lamont,” said Estelle.


    She didn’t expect Jonathan to be back at this time.


    Jonathan opened the bottle and took a sip, saying quietly, “Did I wake you? I had a few drinks and figur


    ed I’de here to rest since it was close to me. You can go.


    back to sleep.”


    The Midnight Bar was indeed very close from here.


    Estelle nodded and returned to her room.


    After finishing his water, Jonathan showered andy in bed, unable to fall asleep.


    He had trouble falling asleep, especially after drinking tonight. His brain was awake, and he knew that h


    e wouldn’t be able to sleep anytime soon.


    He got up and walked over to the sofa, picking up a book to read.


    When Estelle walked in, she saw Jonathan sitting on the sofa under


    the floormp. The warm yellow light outlined his sharp profile, giving off an aloof and distant


    aura in the dim room


    Jonathan looked up. “What’s up?”


    Estelle ced tea on the table with a calm voice, “I made tea for sobering up, it can help relieve heada


    ches”


    Jonathan smiled gracefully. Thank you”


    “No problem, if there’s nothing else, I’ll-


    “Stay with me!”


    Estelle’s words were interrupted by Jonathan as he slowly spoke, “If you’re not too tired, can you sit wit


    h me for a while?”