Chapter 192


    With a “bang,” the wine bottle shattered, and red wine poured down Baldrick’s head. He staggered bac


    kward and sat down against the desk. Blood mixed with wine looked horrifying.


    Jonathan slowly approached, his ck eyes filled with coldness. He half–


    squatted in front of Baldrick, with the sharp ss of the remaining wine bottle against his neck. His voic


    e was slow and cold, “If you dare to go after Estelle again, I’ll kill you immediately, got it?


    The shattered wine bottle was extremely sharp Baldrick, with his face covered in blood and wine, looke


    d at Jonathan in fear and slowly nodded.


    Jonathan


    threw the wine bottle away, slowly stood up, disdainfully and coldly nced at him, and turned away.


    Only then did Baldrick dare to shout, ‘Help! Someone!”


    He shouted twice, heard someoneing upstairs, and passed out.


    Jonathan returned to his vi and asked the servant where Estelle was.


    The servant immediately said, ‘Ms. Macin is upstairs, she hasn’t been out.”


    Jonathan just gave an indifferent reply and


    went upstairs to the bedroom, but didn’t see Estelle. His face slightly sank, and he turned to the dressin


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    g room and bathroom, but there was no one there.


    He immediately went out, coldly asking the servants who followed, “Where is Estelle?”


    The servant was also stunned, “Ms. Macin has been upstairs.”


    Jonathan looked unhappy, and was about to tell them to find her when suddenly, he thought of somethi


    ng and turned back to the bedroom, heading for the balcony.


    As expected, Estelle was curled up on a lounger, sleeping soundly, not even aware that the book she h


    ad been reading had fallen onto the carpet.


    Jonathan’s tense expression rxed all at once. He couldn’t help butugh at himself. Wasn’t he being


    too concerned about her?


    Although he felt that it was inappropriate, he had already gone over to her and gently covered her with


    a thin nket.


    Estelle murmured and slowly opened her eyes.


    Jonathan half–


    squat in front of her, raising his hand to touch her face, his voice gentle, “Does your head still hurt?” Est


    elle shook her head slightly, and sleepily looked at


    the man in front of her, “Howe you got back so soon?”


    Jonathan chuckled, “You don t want me back?”


    Estelle smiled and remained silent.


    “If you’re tired, go sleep in bed, okay?” The man’s gaze was gentle, softly coaxing her


    Estelle whispered, ‘No, it’s veryfortable here in the sun. I can’t sleep in bed.”


    Jonathan raised his eyebrows helplessly,y down on the lounger himself, and held Estelle in his arms,


    “Let’s sunbathe together then.” Estelle leaned close to him. The man had a slender figure and a strong


    chest, which was even morefortable than holding a pillow. Jonathan raised his hand and massage


    d Estelle’s temples, “Do you feel ufortable right now? Will you still disobey me in the future?”


    Estelle was sofortable with his massage that she became drowsy. Upon hearing his words, she op


    ened her eyes and said, “To have Mr. Lamont condescend to massage my head, it’s worth being a little


    ufortable.”


    Jonathan chuckled, “Not bad, you sure know how to tter people.”


    Estelle raised an eyebrow, “Of course I do, I just don’t bother.”


    Jonathan’s eyes were full of smiles, “Well, I am truly honored!”


    Estelle smiled. Just as


    she was about to speak, she noticed the stain on his clothes. She sniffed it and asked, frowning. “How


    did this happen?”


    He wore a ck shirt, and the wine stain was not obvious unless closely observed.


    Jonathan didn’t care, “I identally sshed fish blood on myself while killing fish,”