Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan)

Chapter 2124

"Don't come near, or I'll make sure you can't even set foot in J City, let alone stay in a hospital." Jonathan's tone was indifferent, "By now, allowing you to stay in J City is already more courtesy than you deserve. You should understand that."

"I do, I do," Bennett quickly replied, "I'm well aware of my own actions, I'm grateful for your leniency, truly."

"If you understand, then keep your distance from Ella. Stop bothering her."

"Mr. Lamont," Bennett said urgently, "It was I who arranged for Estelle to marry into the Lamont family. Now that you two are getting along so well, I'd like to think I did one good thing. Please, for that, help me out one more time."

Jonathan frowned and spoke coldly, "Why does Ella have a father like you!"

Bennett was visibly ashamed, "I failed as a father, I let Estelle down. I hope there's still a chance for me to make it up to her—"

"Don't even think about it," Jonathan sneered, "She doesn't need it."

"Mr. Lamont, please, save my wife," Bennett's voice was choked with tears, "I have nothing left to hope for, just let my wife live, that's all I ask. Even if she's made mistakes, she deserves a chance at forgiveness."

Jonathan raised his hand to massage his temples and said gravely, "The hospital bills for Simone, I'll have it taken care of, until she's discharged."

Bennett was taken aback, then overjoyed, "Thank you, thank you so much!"

Jonathan hung up the phone without another word.

The doorbell rang, and Jonathan went to answer it.

Emily stood at the doorway, holding an insulated container, and smiled, "Is Estelle still in bed?"

"Yep, it's Saturday, I let her sleep in," Jonathan replied with a faint smile.

"I made some breakfast this morning. It's enough for two," Emily handed the container to Jonathan.

"Thanks," Jonathan accepted it.

"Wait, Charlie, Kya, and I are heading over to the James' for the day, we'll probably be back late. Tell Estelle I said hi," Emily said.

"Will do, have fun." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"I'm off," Emily waved and headed downstairs.

Jonathan placed the container in the kitchen and then turned back to the bedroom.

Estelle was still asleep, her face half-hidden under the covers, the sunlight caressing her cheek, her porcelain skin flawless and tender like a child's.

Jonathan bent down and kissed her softly on the cheek. Her lashes fluttered, and soon she was deep in sleep again.

Jonathan watched her intently for a long while before he sat back against the headboard, picking up a book. As he read, he kept a gentle watch over her.

Estelle, in her sleep, turned and rested her forehead against his waist, seeking comfort.

Jonathan's hand, stroking her head, became even more tender, and he turned the pages of his book with the utmost care.

The sun shone brightly, the room was warm as spring, and the Saturday morning felt full of promise.

About half an hour later, Estelle woke up. Her eyes still bleary, she looked at Jonathan's legs, then lifted her head to meet his gaze, and smiled.

Jonathan held her hand, "Does it hurt?"

Estelle lazily shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."

"Want to sleep more? Or shall we get up and have something to eat? Emily dropped off breakfast." Jonathan offered.

Estelle hummed a response, "What time is it?"