Chapter 1833


    He was practically beaming when he said, "There are a bunch of girls in my ss who are totally into


    you, Estelle. They''d be green with envy if they knew you were my tutor!"


    "Oh! No wonder you wanted me to meet them," Estelle realized with a smile. "Is there someone special


    among those girls for you?"


    "Pfft!" Henson scoffed. "Like I''d fall for those childish girls. I''ve got grand ns, you know."


    "What kind of ns?"


    "To be a legend like my hero Jonathan!"


    Estelle couldn''t help butugh. "There''s something else I need to tell you. My gig with the production


    crew just wrapped up, and after Magdalen''s wedding, I''m heading back to C City to spend some time


    with my granddad. You''ll have to keep up with your studies on your own."


    Henson''s grades were actually solid enough that he didn''t really need a tutor anymore. Estelle''s weekly


    visits had be more about keeping himpany, doing homework together, and having a chat to


    lighten his mood.


    "How long will you be gone?" Henson asked.


    Estelle thought for a moment. "About a month, I guess."


    "Will you be back before my finals?"


    "Should be around that time."


    "Then try to make it back for that."


    Estelle smirked. "Why? Feeling a bit shaky without me?"


    Henson''s cheeks flushed, but he tried to y it cool. "I just worry that Jonathan will miss you!"


    Estelle paused mid-page turn. "Then you should talk to him more."


    "What''s the use? He''s not missing me!"


    Estelle fell silent for a moment.


    They bantered a bit more before continuing with the second lesson.


    At noon, Estelle stayed for lunch. While Catherine was busy chatting with Estelle, Norah shot Henson a


    knowing nce. "Estelle doesn''t know, does she?"


    Henson replied with a hint of sarcasm, "Don''t underestimate Ms. Macin. She''s not the type to get


    worked up over small stuff."


    Norah''s eyes widened. "What do you mean? You showed her the photo?"


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    Henson said, "I mean that Ms. Macin really trusts Jonathan. One picture isn''t going to bother her."


    Norah looked suspicious, but as she nced over at Estelle and saw her gentle smile and soft eyes,


    she couldn''t see any signs of distress.


    She breathed a sigh of relief, just hoping that Jonathan woulde back soon!


    The day before Magdalen''s wedding, Jonathan still hadn''t returned.


    Estelle woke up early and immediately saw a message from Jonathan: [Still dealing with a few things.


    Wait for me.]


    Holding her phone, Estelle’s lips curved into a smile. [Okay]


    Jonathan sent a photo of the city from a high vantage point, the evening lights of the citying to life


    against the backdrop of a sunset. The tall, orderly skyscrapers twinkled, reflecting the fiery hues of the


    sky – a stunning sight.


    Estelle walked over to her window and snapped a photo of the morning in J City. The sun was just


    rising, with the faint morning mist still lingering. The light mingled with the fog, casting a gentle


    radiance.


    That night


    Magdalen hosted her bachelorette party, inviting a slew of friends, and Estelle met the other


    bridesmaids who were heiresses from well-connected families close to the Sampsons.


    One of the bridesmaids was Sophia, who had somethinge up and would arrive early the next


    morning.


    The private room was bustling with noise, almost deafening, and Estelle felt a bit out of her element.


    She excused herself to get some fresh air on the balcony.