Chapter 1430
Jonathan instantly shot down Estelle''s idea: "Don''t be cooking up crazy ideas; the wedding''s happening
no matter what."
"Okay, okay!" Estelle rolled her eyes at him. She took Mr. Jarvis''s hand and said, "Mr. Jarvis, you don''t
need to worry about my wedding. Just focus on getting better; that''s the most important thing right now.
As long as you''re well, I''ll listen to you."
"I know my own body best; I reckon I can stick around with you guys for another thirty years or so.
Don''t worry about me." Mr. Jarvis''s face was filled with a warm smile.
Estelle nodded. "You better keep your promise!"
"I''ll be here to hold you to that," Jonathan chimed in.
Mr. Jarvisughed heartily.
Hearing his boisterousughter, Estelle felt her anxiety ease.
Mr. Jarvis was recovering swiftly. By the third day, he was already out of bed, sitting in a chair, ying
chess with Jonathan.
On the fourth day, when Mr. Jarvis decided to go for a hike, Estelle stopped him at the door.
Mr. Jarvis turned to Jonathan and said seriously, "You two should head home; aren''t you both
supposed to be busy?"
Jonathan simply smiled and said, "I just do as Estelle says."
"I Can''t believe the CEO of the Lamont Group is whipped; you''ve got none of Geoffrey had back in the
day!" Mr. Jarvis grumbled.
Jonathan remained unfazed; "I can’t help it; you are too formidable. I''m more scared of you, really."
Mr. Jarvis couldn''t formte a response. That sneaky Jonathan was just like Geoffrey, always turning
the tables.
No matter the banter, as long as they could keep Mr. Jarvis at home, it was all good.
In the end, Mr. Jarvis didn''t go for his hike but instead went back to his chess game with Jonathan.
Estelle sat by them, basking in the sunlight. After a while, she dozed off, resting her head on
Jonathan''sp.
Jonathan draped a nket over Estelle, his eyes fixated on the chessboard, his hand resting on her
shoulder in a protective gesture.
Mr. Jarvis nced at them with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
After a while, he looked worried. "Estelle''s always sleeping; she''s not pregnant, is she?"
Jonathan''s hand, which was holding a chess piece, paused. He calmly responded, "No, both Estelle
and I are on medication for our eyes. We can''t have a baby for now."
"Oh right, I totally forgot!" Mr. Jarvis eximed.
Jonathan stole a nce at Estelle, his gaze filled with affection. "E''s a sleepyhead to begin with."
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Mr. Jarvis waved his fan and said, "I''m feeling much better now. You should take Estelle back to J City
tomorrow."
"Estelle''s worried that you won''t take your medication on time if she leaves. She wants to stay a few
more days. I''m here, so you don''t need to worry. There are people handling things at thepany."
Jonathan put down a chess piece and continued, "Estelle wants you toe back to J City with us. We
can all live together; she can see you every day."
Mr. Jarvis immediately dismissed the idea, saying, "We''ve talked about this before; she knows I won''t
agree."
Jonathan understood Mr. Jarvis''s attachment to his hometown: "Then I could hire a few caregivers for
you. Mr. Wade is getting on in years, and his memory isn''t as good as it used to be. He might overlook
some things."
Mr. Jarvis assured him, "Don''t worry about me; I''ve found some reliable people."
"That''s great!" Seeing that Mr. Jarvis had made his own arrangements, Jonathan decided not to press
further.
The afternoon sun filtered through the mahogany windows, casting a chiaroscuro of light and shadow
in the room. Arge bouquet of daisies adorned a vase by the window.
Mr. Jarvis and Jonathan continued their slow-paced chess game while Estelle, resting on Jonathan''s
Time seemed to slow down, with a tranquil serenity enveloping the room.