Chapter 1962


    Estelle flicked her eyes, a gentle breeze teasing the stray hairs by her ears, casting a soft shadow on


    her fair and delicate cheeks. Her eyes sparkled like distant stars; her lips were the color of cherries,


    and her teeth as white as pearls. She exuded a tenderness that left one utterly disarmed.


    She pressed her tender lips into a yful smile and said, “Why don’t you swing by and casually chat


    with him about the new energy sources?”


    Jonathan let out a scoff, “I’d rather have a word with him about setting up a memorial for Ste!”


    Estelle gasped, “You know about that?”


    His gaze narrowed slightly, “Turns out you’re in the loop too! Did you tell him you’re Ste?”


    She shook her head vigorously, “No, I didn’t!”


    Ste was “gone”, and she wasn''t about to bring her up to anyone!


    Jonathan’s eyes were still cool and piercing, “Did you two know each other before? Shared a bond on


    the battlefield?”


    After a moment''s consideration, Estelle admitted, “To be honest, before I saw him, I didn’t remember


    him at all.”


    “And after seeing him? Were you moved by the shrine he built for you?” He prodded.


    Estelle paused, recalling Lambert’s words about not letting her spirit wander anymore, and confessed


    with serene honesty, “A little.”


    Jonathan’s expression darkened. His eyes narrowed with a chilling intensity as he stood abruptly, “I’m


    going to see you, right now. Let''s have a real talk about just how ‘little’ you were moved.”


    Estelle got startled, “I was just kidding!”


    “There’s nothing funny about it.” Jonathan rose to leave, “Babe, see you in a bit!”


    With that, he ended the call.


    Estelle pped her phone against her forehead in frustration. Why did she have to say “a little”? Why


    did she underestimate this man’s possessiveness?


    What now? Was Jonathan really going to confront Lambert about Ste?


    Her mind racing, Estelle quickly sent another video call to Jonathan. He answered, already heading


    out, his expression grim, “What is it, Estelle? Can’t wait to see me again?”


    Her annoyance turned into augh, “Don’te over!”


    “I’m off to see Mr. Brennan!”


    “Don’te!” Estelle repeated firmly, “Otherwise, I’ll tell Lambert that I am Ste!”


    Jonathan stopped abruptly in his tracks, “Fine, go ahead. Ste hasn’t died, and the shrine won’t go to


    waste - we can just put Lambert’s name on it.”


    “Jonathan!” Estelle frowned, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry.


    He sighed softly, “Babe, that trick won’t work every time.”


    “Jonathan!” Estelle persisted.


    “Not at all, not even a little. Just angry, because I’m very much alive!” Estelle quickly responded.


    “Okay!” Estelle nodded obediently, not daring to voice any further objections.


    Through the screen, he held her gaze, “I still want to see you.” Reаd at Dramanovеls


    Jonathan, not wanting to push her, agreed, “Alright.”


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    Christmas Eve? A cold smile curled at the edge of his lips.


    As dusk fell, the entire city of Zion was already aglow with neon lights.