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    It was Saturday the next day, and Estelle was off to the Lamonts, with the chauffeur picking her up as


    usual.


    Flipping through textbooks and materials on the ride, she felt a bit guilty for always having to ask for


    leave ever since she started tutoring Henson Lamont. By the time Janice Harper got back, she had no


    clue how to exin her frequent absences.


    Arriving at the Lamonts, she was immediately greeted with shouting from thewn as she walked in.


    Following the noise, she spotted Jonathan Lamont and Henson ying ser.


    Goalposts were set up on thewn, and both were decked out in sportswear, running and chasing after


    the ball.


    She had never seen Jonathan y before, and recalling what he had said when she saw Carson


    Foster and the others yingst time gave her heart a little jolt.


    Two years and this man seemed to be getting more childish, she thought to herself.


    She slowly walked over and stood at the edge of thewn, watching them y.


    The two were going after the ser ball, with Jonathan clearly cutting Henson some ck or helping


    him leam some tricks.


    After a few minutes, Jonathan scored a goal. The ball rolled quite a distance away, and Henson ran


    after it.


    Turning around, Jonathan saw Estelle. His face was drenched in sweat.


    He gave a smile and called out, “What are you doing just standing there? Grab me a bottle of water!”


    Estelle turned around and noticed several bottles of mineral water on the white bench. She picked up


    two and headed towards the middle of the


    With every step she took, Jonathan kept his eyes on her.


    When Estelle reached him, she handed over the water


    “My hands are dirty; could you open it for me?”


    His hair was soaked with sweat, hanging over his brows. His eyes were deeper than before. He was


    slightly out of breath from the game, his voice low and husky.


    Estelle quickly nced at him, opened the bottle, and shoved it into his hands.


    Jonathan took a few big gulps, water droplets rolling down his distinct chin, along his neck, and seeping


    into his white T-shirt, quickly forming a wet patch.


    Estelle immediately averted her gaze, turning to Henson, who had just returned with the ball. “Drink up,


    take a break; it’s time for ss!”


    Henson, drenched in sweat but grinning from ear to ear, responded, “Why didn’t youe earlier? We


    could have yed together!”


    7 don’t y ser.” Estelle replied.


    “Let Jonathan teach you then!” Henson suggested.


    Estelle retorted, “What’s that got to do with you?”


    Feeling severely snubbed, Henson huffed, “Just because you’re good at martial arts doesn’t mean


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    you’ll be good at ser. Even if you leam, you might not be as good as me!”


    Estelle nodded. “So, I better not learn then: I wouldn’t want to burst your bubble!”


    Jonathan stifled a chuckle, looking at Estelle’s radiant smile, his heart softening.


    “Jonathan, see how Ms. Mcin is bullying me!” Hensonined to Jonathan.


    Jonathan replied with a lightugh, “She’s telling the truth!”


    Henson was speechless


    He shrugged and said, “Fine, you two are married after all.”


    The corner of Jonathan’s mouth was slightly raised. “It’s fine, as long as she treats you well!”