In the vi, Lambert sat brooding in the living room, waiting for her. His expression was a storm of dark clouds as she entered,


    and his gaze towards her wasplex and troubled.


    Estelle ignored his questioning eyes, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge to quench her thirst, and headed for the stairs.


    "Stop right there!" Lambert called out, halting her in her tracks. "You''re going to walk away without saying anything?"


    Estelle turned around, her featuresposed, "What is it?"


    Lambert rose and approached her, his deep-set eyes intently fixed on her. "You went out with Alvis this afternoon? What exactly


    is going on between the two of you?"


    "That would be a personal question!" Estelle replied coolly.


    His brow furrowed, and his brown eyes darkened further. "Estelle, don''t try to get close to Alvis thinking he can offer you


    something. Compared to him, I''m the safer bet. | care about you, and | won''t hurt you again.”


    "Whatever he can do for you, | can do too!"


    His voice carried earnest sincerity. "Anyway, | don''t like you getting too close to him!"


    Estelle realized Lambert suspected she was seducing Alvis for some ulterior motive.


    She looked down at the man standing two steps below her. "Lambert, you should head back to your castle tomorrow morning.


    Perhaps we can sit down for a drink tomorrow night."


    Lambert''s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Are you asking me out?"


    "Yes," Estelle nodded affirmatively. "Let''s not worry about the new energy project for now. You go back first, I''ve got some


    unfinished business here. Once I''m done, I''lle to find you. Stock up on the wine, and perhaps a bit extra!"


    His gaze sparkled. "I can give you a tour of my wine cer. Some bottles wereid down when | was born, by my father. If you


    like, we can drink for three days and nights!"


    Estelle smiled faintly. "Sounds good, I''lle to you."


    Lambert''s smile wavered slightly. "Are you trying to change the subject? What are you nning to do here? Is it dangerous?”


    "Just some personal matters," Estelle assured him. "There’s no danger. I''lle to find you."


    After a moment''s hesitation, Lambert nodded. "Alright."


    "Oh, and Lambert," Estelle''s voice was clear as crystal, "wake me up early tomorrow morning, don''t let me oversleep again.”


    “No problem!" Lambert gave her aforting smile. "Rest easy, have sweet dreams, and once more, happy birthday. May you


    always be safe and sound."


    "Thank you!" Estelle nodded, then turned and continued upstairs.


    Entering her room, Estelle took off her ne and went to take a shower. After changing intofortable clothes, she noticed


    a sprig of rosemary left by her bed.


    Legend had it that sleeping with rosemary by your pillow could bring peaceful rest and pleasant dreams.


    This must have been Lambert''s doing.


    Aslight smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she forced herself to recall that peacekeeping mission years ago. She had


    saved a young man, instantly recognizing his inexperience on the battlefield, his shock at the sight of the dead, and how he had


    even lost his gun.


    She had handed him a spare weapon, and he had stuck close to her ever since.


    She had taught him some aiming and evasive maneuvers.


    So many years had passed, and the finer details had faded from memory.


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    Estelley in bed, picking up the ne Jonathan had given her, clutching the chain in her palm.


    She knew her situation was grim; aware that her mind was being manipted by drugs, causing her to hallucinate hearing Wolf''s


    call.


    At times, she was uncertain which world was real.


    Once tomorrow''s mission was over, she woulde clean to Jonathan about her condition. He was the only one who could pull


    her back to reality.


    If she kept it a secret any longer, he would undoubtedly be furious.


    Clutching the ne chain, she fought against the pull of sleep, but eventually, she drifted off.


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