Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 142

Estelle lowered her gaze and smiled faintly, "Well, you still have exams in half a month. What am I going to do after that?"

Henson let out a silent sigh of relief, but still remarked, "Even when school starts, I'll still have to see you every weekend!"

Estelle didn't say anything. She really wanted to quit after teaching this semester. She hadn't seen Jonathan these past few times she came to the Lamont family.

She thought maybe Jonathan didn't want to see her, so he deliberately avoided the times when she came.

If that was the case, there's no point in being enemies.

Henson started answering the questions on the exam papers and said casually, "Are you gonna show my paper to my uncle today? I advise you not to."

"Why?" Estelle asked.

While writing, Henson said, "My uncle hasn't been in a good mood these days. I don't even dare to talk to him. It's better for you to keep your distance."

Estelle's eyes flashed, and she asked softly, "What happened?"

Henson shook his head, "Who knows? He's been in a bad mood lately, going out early and coming back late. Yesterday, he scolded someone from the company on the phone and got really angry. I haven't seen him lose his temper like that in a long time!"

Estelle said, "It must be something with the company. It might be solved in a few days."

Henson didn't say anything else and focused on answering the questions.

That night, Jonathan came back earlier than usual, entering the door before nine o'clock.

The servant wanted to ask him if he had finished his dinner but seeing his gloomy face, they didn't dare and just went back to the kitchen to cook.

Jonathan went up to the third floor and answered a phone call as he opened the door and walked in.

"Where are you?" Charlie asked.

Charlie's voice became softer, and he slowly asked, "Are you with that girl because of Yvonne?"

Jonathan said coldly, "No."

"That's good!" Charlie laughed, "You should rest early; I'm hanging up!"

"Okay!"

Jonathan set aside the phone and fixed his gaze on the steady stream of lights outside, remaining motionless for a considerable period of time. Eventually, a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. In a soft voice, he responded, "Come in."

The door opened, and Henson's voice came, "Jonathan? Why didn't you turn on the light?"

With a "click," the study's light came on, and Jonathan turned his head, "What's up?"

Henson noticed a slight improvement in Jonathan's expression compared to the past few days, emboldening him to take a step forward. "This is the paper Ms. Macclain gave me today. Can you take a photo and show it to my dad? Also, could you ask him when he'll be back?" he requested.