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    Jonathan understood that Estelle didn’t have many friends and it was rare for her to get along well with


    someone Therefore, he was delighted and encouraged Carson to bring his girlfriend to future


    gatherings.


    Carson replied with a grin, “No problema, we’ll be seeing a lot of each other?”


    After everyone said their goodbyes, they hopped in their cars and took off.


    Driving down the open road, the sun piercing through the afternoon sky, everything just felt right.


    Estelle was basking in the sun, listening to some chill tunes, and before she knew it, she dozed off,


    leaning against the car seat.


    Jonathan nced at her delicate face, his eyes glowing, and slowed down the car. He reached for his


    jacket in the backseat and draped it over her.


    Everything was peaceful and perfect in that moment.


    Estelle slept for an hour and woke up to find the car hade to a stop. Jonathan was no longer in the


    car. She didn’t recognize the surroundings and they hadn’t reached downtown J City yet.


    She sat up straight, grabbing the suit jacket that had slipped off, and was about to step out of the car to


    look for Jonathan when she saw him lining up at a dessert shop by the road.


    There were four people in line at the dessert shop. Jonathan, dressed in pricey shirt and trousers,


    exuded a remarkable charm, standing in front of Blythe’s Dessert Shop, appearing somewhat out of


    ce.


    Estelle watched from the car as a young girl in overalls approached Jonathan, looking shy, like she


    wanted to swap contact info. Jonathan clearly declined the girl, who left after an awkward apology.


    Soon it was Jonathan’s turn to order. He paid and then waited to one side, shooting a nce back at


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    the car.


    Estelle quickly leaned back, hiding behind the car frame, pretending to be asleep.


    About five or six minutester, Jonathan came back carrying a paper bag. Seeing Estelle on her phone,


    he smiled and said, “Awake now?”


    Estelle’s hair was spread out on her cheeks; she looked at him, her eyes clear, and nodded slightly.


    Jonathan handed her the paper bag. “By the time we get to J City, it’ll be dark. Figured you’d be hungry


    when you woke up. so I got you something to eat.”


    Inside the bag was a room-temperature juice, a small tub of ice cream, a box of macarons, and a


    chocte mille-feuille


    Jonathan started the car again and they set off.


    Estelle reached for the ice cream first, but Jonathan said, “Eat something else before the cold stuff.”


    It was his treat, so Estelle didn’t argue and put a macaron in her mouth instead.


    Jonathan nced at her, his voice still deep and pleasant, “Good?”


    “Mmm, not bad!” Estelle nodded.


    “Well, gimme one then. Didn’t eat much at lunch, kinda peckish now,” Jonathan said while keeping an


    eye on the road.


    There were five macarons in total. Estelle asked, “What vor do you want?


    “Anything, I’m not picky.”


    Estelle handed him a passion fruit-vored macaron.


    Jonathan didn’t turn his head, focused on the road, “I am driving, feed it to me.”


    Estelle looked at him in surprise, but he seemedpletely natural, like she was making a big deal out


    of nothing


    With calm andposed demeanor, Estelle leaned forward to feed him the macaron.


    Jonathan opened his mouth to ept the macaron, his lips identally brushing against her fingers,


    sending an icy sensation up his arm.


    Estelle quickly retreated, sitting back in her own seat.


    After finishing the macaron, Jonathan asked, “Any left? I could eat another”


    Estelle fed him another one.