Chapter 161


    A hint of annoyance shed across Jonathan’s face, and he nced at Charlie. “get lost if you’ve got


    nothing to do!”


    “Don’t throw your tantrum on me,” Charlie joked. “Estelle, you only have one mission today, make Mr.


    Lamont happy, and from now on, I’llregard you as my little sister, and I’ll protect you!”


    Jonathan frowned, “Who’s your sister?”


    Charlie scoffed, e on, you are so petty.”


    Jonathan’s face darkened, and he was about to speak when Estelle interjected, “are you sure about


    that?”


    Charlie said immediately, “Of course!”


    Estelle said indifferently, “I usually call Mr. Lamont “uncle“, if you recognize me as your sister, would


    you call him “uncle” too?” Charlie paused.


    Unable to repress a smile, Jonathan looked at Charlie teasingly, “Go ahead, call me uncle!”


    Charlie made a speechless expression, pretending to be heartbroken, “Estelle, I helped you with all my


    heart, and you are siding with Jonathan to make fun of me!”


    Jonathan sneered, “Does she need your help?!”


    “Alright, you two have a good rtionship!” Charlie sighed andughed, “I won’t get in your way


    anymore! Is that alright?!”


    After saying that, he stood up and beckoned to the two people next to him, “Come on, let’s y a


    couple of rounds. I lost really badly earlier, and I’ve got to win it back!”


    The two people got up with a smile, “you would lose? I don’t believe it!”


    The three of them chatted andughed as they headed to the entertainment area.


    In the blink of an eye, only Jonathan and Estelle remained.


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    Estelle pursed her lips, picked up the wine from the table, and handed it to Jonathan, “Mr. Lamont!”


    Jonathan looked at her deeply, “are you toasting me? Look how others toast!”


    Estelle turned her head and saw a woman sitting on a man’sp on the sofa in front, taking a sip of


    wine, and feeding him mouth to


    mouth.


    Estelle’s face flushed, and she murmured, “I’m not a prostitute.”


    “If you’re not sincere, don’t bother staying.” The man’s voice was sarcastic, as he lowered his head and


    continued to look at his phone.


    Estelle’s eyes flickered, and she set down the wine ss, “I’ll go then. If you need me, just call me!”


    Jonathan’s eyes darkened, and he suddenly looked up, grabbed Estelle’s wrist, and pulled her onto his


    Estelle looked at the man’s handsome face up close, her heart pounding. She pretended to be calm,


    “Not appeasing you, but thanking you for all the help you’ve given me.”


    Jonathan was moody and temperamental, but she remembered every little thing he did for her ever


    since they met.


    Jonathan stared at her, “I told you, if you’re going to thank me, try harder.


    Estelle’s eyes flickered, and she turned to look at the wine ss on the table. With a resolute heart,


    she picked it up, took a sip, and leaned forward, pressing her lips onto the man’s.


    Jonathan’s pupils reflected the girl’s embarrassment and shyness on her face. Although the two of


    them had been even more intimate, at this moment, with their lips touching, their hearts thumping like


    drums, and a different kind of affection quietly arose.


    He sucked the wine from her lips, then reached up to hold the back of her head and forcefully kissed


    her.


    Estelle closed her eyes, and familiar scents flooded her senses. Her fingertips tingled, and her hands


    involuntarily reached for the man’s chest, gripping his clothes tightly.


    The wine was long gone, reced by pure kissing at some point; it was as if they had both been


    waiting for a long time, and it could not be contained once it began.