Chapter 1960
A man''s long legs pinned her down, his arms braced beside her face, enveloping her beneath him as
he nted fervent and crazed kisses on her lips.
Deep and shallow, the kisses seemed endless.
Estelle''s body softened, her hands cradling his face, her teeth lightly biting her lip, her eyes shimmering
with emotion,
"Jonathan, please go. Leave Zion. Head to Citadel if you must, wait for me there. Once I''m done with
this mission, I''lle find you."
That the twelfth level underground was no simple affair. To stop Professor Bernard from leaving, Mr.
Raiden would surely employ more than just temptation. Once the microwave weapons were activated,
all of Zion would turn to rubble.
She had a hunch that if Raiden were provoked, he wouldmit acts of sheer madness. She didn''t
want everyone to be dragged into danger because of a mission she had taken on herself.
Jonathan''s forehead pressed against hers, as if he understood her thoughts. His voice was hoarse,
"Citadel? If the microwave weapons are activated, Citadel won''t have a de of grass left standing.
What difference does it make where I am?"
"Then go back to the Mystoria Federation."
"Shh!" Jonathan''s long finger pressed against Estelle''s lips, his deep eyes locked on her unwaveringly,
"Don''t make me angry!"
He lowered his head to capture her lips, his voice gravelly with emotion, "Right now, I just want you
badly!"
With those words, he swept Estelle up in his arms, his tall frame rising as he kissed her, carrying her
towards the bedroom.
"I''ve missed you so much, so if I''m not gentle enoughter, remember to remind me!"
The door mmed shut, the curtains drew closed automatically, and the room was plunged into
darkness. Estelle''s dress was impatiently torn away by the man, and her back sank into the softness of
therge bed as she closed her eyes and merged into his passionate embrace.
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Jonathan''s palm cradled her slender waist as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear.
For a moment, Estelle forgot everything - the mission, Gab, everything but the man''s intense fervor.
Lambert, upon returning to the vi, was immediately entangled in a slew of family matters. For some
reason, a pile of issues had erupted andnded squarely on his shoulders.
There was a never-ending stream of people seeking him out.
By the time he had dealt with everything, two hours had passed, and it was nearly past lunchtime.
Noticing Estelle was still out, Lambert sent the remaining people away and hurried to Jonathan''s vi.
Jonathan''s own men guarded the outside of the vi, but they courteously opened the door to let
Lambert in after he announced himself.
In the living room, Lambert saw Estelle sitting with Sylvia in conversation, but Estelle had changed into
a different outfit.
"Mr. Brennan!" Sylvia stood up to greet him.
Lambert smiled, "I''vee to pick up Re. Sorry for the intrusion!"
"Not at all, it was me who invited Re over. I don''t know many people here, and Mr. Alvis is always so
busy; I was getting bored. It''s been a blessing having Re''spany!" Sylvia said with a gentle smile.
Lambert nodded, ncing around, "Where''s Mr. Alvis?"
"He''s upstairs in the study on a call. Do you need to see him?" Sylvia asked.
"It''s nothing. We should be going now!" Lambert looked at Estelle, "Let''s head back!"
After bidding Sylvia goodbye, Estelle departed with Lambert.
On the way back to the vi, Lambert eyed Estelle, "Why the change of clothes?"
Estelle''s expression remained neutral, "I spilled coffee on my dress. This is one of Ms. Jarvis''s outfits!"
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Lambert''s gaze was intense as he appraised her, "Nice, you look good."
Estelle''s brow furrowed slightly, "Is pleasure the reason you''re here?"
"Of course not, but work is hard, and we should treat ourselves!" Lambert said with augh.
"And how exactly is your work hard?" Estelle asked.