Chapter 1881


    She shifted her gaze, with her fingers tightening around Jonathan''s hand, "Let''s hit up the Royal


    Mansion tonight!"


    Jonathan arched his brows and gave a yful nce in her direction, "Feeling nostalgic?"


    Estelle feigned nonchnce, "Yeah, I haven''t been to the Royal Mansion since we got back!"


    Jonathan inquired, "What about that dress you ordered?"


    Estelle inhaled sharply, she''d totally spaced on that!


    "Forgot?" Jonathan''s look was a mix of resignation and affection, "Shall I take care of it?"


    "No, I''ll book it now!" Estelle immediately reached for her phone.


    She''d rather take a little embarrassment than have him book it; the boutique owner would surely think


    he was back to buying in bulk!


    As she scrolled through the pictures with the models striking poses, she felt her heart racing faster and


    faster.


    Jonathan caught a glimpse and pointed to one, "That one!"


    "No way!" Estelle instantly vetoed it. The one he pointed at was even more revealing than the one


    Magdalen had given her the day before.


    "Didn''t you say it''s up to me?" Jonathan''s lips curved into a teasing smile, "Now that I''ve helped you


    postpone the wedding, are you ditching me?"


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    Estelle wanted to be thick-skinned enough to ignore his banter, but she just couldn''t.


    Yet, thinking of tomorrow''s farewell, she felt her resolve softened and finally sheplied to order the


    one he liked, leaving the delivery address as the Royal Mansion.


    Seeing her so obedient melted Jonathan''s heart and stirred a restlessness within him, his foot pressing


    down on the elerator continually.


    Upon arrival at the Royal Mansion, they entered and flicked on the foyer light, illuminating the grand


    hall.


    Memories of this ce flooded her mind in a rapid slideshow.


    After more than two years, there was no sense of strangeness.


    It felt like everything happened just yesterday.


    Estelle walked further inside. The cleaning service had done their job; the room was spotless. On the


    cab under the TV, she spotted her usual collection of discs.


    She turned to Jonathan, "My method works, doesn''t it? Horror movies are a great cure for insomnia."


    Jonathan shrugged off his coat, loosened his tie, and gave her a mncholic yet noble smile, "When


    you suggested horror movies for insomnia, I really thought you were messing with me!"


    Estelle replied in surprise, "You really think that of me!"


    Wrapping his arms around her from behind, Jonathan rested his chin on her shoulder as he chuckled,


    "So tell me now, was it on purpose?"


    Estelle raised an eyebrow, "Of course not. I watch them when I can''t sleep and they help me doze off."


    Jonathan''s frame enveloped herpletely, his warm embrace encasing her, "You have trouble


    sleeping? Since when?"


    Estelle tilted her head, her eyes meeting his, "When I miss you."


    His eyes deepened instantly, and he spun her around to meet his kiss before lifting her in his arms and


    striding towards the master bedroom.


    Estelle''s coat fell away, and her light blue sweater joined it on the carpet. Jonathan was swift and sure


    in his movements, his lips never leaving hers, as if he intended to devour herpletely.


    Just as they reached the master bedroom, the doorbell chimed.


    Estelle lifted her eyes and pulled away from his lips slightly, "Mr. Lamont, your chosen dress has


    arrived."


    Jonathan carried her to the bed and gentlyid her down, kissing her cheek, "Wait for me!"


    Estelle nodded, her lips pursed.


    As he strode away, Estelley back on the bed, gazing at the stars filtering through the window, her


    face a blend of resilience and tenderness.