Thomas and Bryce were at their wits’ end with Estre’s ambiguous stance. Was she still considering


    divorce? Would she still have their backs?


    Grayson and his crew couldn’t help but smirk with knowing nces as Estre plopped down beside


    Jason, who seemed visibly cheered by her presence.


    With her arms wrapped tight around Jason’s neck, Estre, all smiles, teased, “You didn’t bite when I


    mentioned divorce just now. That must mean you don’t want to split. That makes me happier than a


    jackpot winner.”


    Her yful words were like music to Jason’s ears, though he feigned indignation, “Estre, so many


    people are staring at us. Come on.”


    Unfazed, she retorted with a grin, “I’m hugging my own husband, not someone else’s. I’ll be shameless


    if I want to.”


    Then, turning to Grayson and the others, she quipped, “Right, guys?”


    Grayson and Taylor chuckled. “Estre, only you can handle Jason like that.”


    “Don’t give me too much credit,” Estre shot back yfully. “As long as he doesn’t start cheating on


    me, we’re good.”


    Thomas and Bryce exchanged puzzled nces, wondering if they should still be pushing for a divorce.


    Estre, noticing their confusion, said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, “What are you two


    still standing there for? Sit down.”


    After Estre finished speaking, the two of them stole a nce at Jason. Seeing that Jason didn’t say


    anything further, and Grayson also gestured for them to sit down, they both breathed a sigh of relief


    and sat down.


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    As Bryce and Thomas settled down, Estre tried to move away from Jason, but he tightened his grip


    on her waist. She paused, then looked up at Jason only to find him casually chatting with Grayson and


    the others, his gaze lingering on herst. She couldn’t help but smile. Leaning closer, she whispered a


    yful warning in his ear, “Jason, easy there, we’ve gotpany.”


    Jason’s eyes narrowed, and he pinched her waist firmly before resuming his nonchnt. conversation.


    Estre gasped at the pinch and, under the cover of the dim bar lights, gave Jason’s dick a vengeful


    squeeze in retaliation.


    Only Jason’s fleeting change in expression gave away their mischief to the onlookers.


    Jason, having been teased by Estre, pinched her and whispered in her ear, “Prepare the


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    time off first. You won’t be getting out of bed for three days.”


    “Bring it on!” Estre challenged.


    Their whispered banter seemed to quell Jason’s earlier irritation about the divorce meddling.


    As the evening continued, Estre returned to her phone, diving into case files. She had taken on a


    criminal case the day before, and with Jo’s trial wrapped up, it was time to


    focus.


    Her earlier flirtatious disy had been a strategic move, sensing Jason’s reluctance to end their


    marriage. She had deftly defused the situation for Thomas and Bryce.


    Estre didn’t join in the yful chatter with everyone else but instead worked on her own with the


    materials. Jason was surprisingly moved. Throughout, he had always appreciated Estre’s ability to


    distinguish between what was important and what wasn’t, knowing when to assert herself and when to


    hold back, especially in public.


    When midnight struck and it was time to settle the bill, a server informed them that Estre had already


    taken care of it.


    Grayson looked at Estre in surprise. “You really picked up the tab?”


    Estre, packing up her things, stood by Jason and teased, “Well, my dear Mr. Jason will


    reimburse me.”


    Without responding, Jason simply took her bag and carried it for her.


    Thomas and Bryce were still trying to figure out if Jason wanted a divorce or not when Taylor yfully


    knocked some sense into Bryce with a piece of paper.


    Despite their differences, Jason hadn’t considered divorce seriously. For now, their story was still


    unfolding.


    Outside the bar, their drivers were waiting. Once Estre and Jason were in the car, Jason remarked


    on her good mood.


    Estre smiled. “It’s alright.” She had won her case today, after all.


    As Jason massaged the back of her neck, he asked about the case. Estre shared the details of her


    victory, which prompted a serious response from Jason. He unbuttoned his shirt slightly and offered his


    support, in every sense, if she ever wanted to leave the legal field.


    Estre reassured him that she knew what she was doing.


    “Outsiders will celebrate your achievements. Your family worries about your safety,” Jason said


    earnestly.


    Her smile broadened at his concern. “So I’m family now?


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    He pulled her closer, avoiding the distraction. “Don’t change the subject.”


    The driver watched the two with a kindly smile. Since Jason’s wedding, he hadn’t seen


    them this close.


    Estre, getting serious, assured Jason, “I’ll be careful. Don’t worry.”


    Estre was hell-bent on being awyer, a goal she pursued with unwavering determination.


    Meanwhile, Jason, feeling the need for a break, rolled down the car window and lit up a cigarette.


    Estre reached over, plucked the cigarette from his lips, and snuffed it out. “That’s nasty stuff. You


    should cut back,” she chided, with a note of genuine concern in her voice.


    Jason actually appreciated Estre’s attention, but due to the presence of the driver, he refrained from


    any excessive behavior. Instead, he pinched her thigh twice in acknowledgment.


    After a drive thatsted a bit over twenty minutes, the pair arrived back at Sandalwood Oasis. As


    Estre rummaged through the closet for some fresh clothes, Jason sauntered up behind her and, with


    a mischievous grin, selected a set of ckce nightwear. “Try this on,” he suggested with a


    suggestive raise of his eyebrows.