Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 161

Did he do it for her?

A hint of annoyance flashed across Jonathan's face, and he glanced at Charlie. "get lost if you've got nothing to do!"

"Don't throw your tantrum on me,” Charlie joked. "Estelle, you only have one mission today, make Mr. Lamont happy, and from now on, I'llregard you as my little sister, and I'll protect you!"

Jonathan frowned, "Who's your sister?"

Charlie scoffed, "come on, you are so petty."

Jonathan's face darkened, and he was about to speak when Estelle interjected, "are you sure about that?"

Charlie said immediately, "Of course!"

Estelle said indifferently, "I usually call Mr. Lamont "uncle", if you recognize me as your sister, would you call him "uncle" too?"

Charlie paused.

Unable to repress a smile, Jonathan looked at Charlie teasingly, "Go ahead, call me uncle!"

Charlie made a speechless expression, pretending to be heartbroken, "Estelle, I helped you with all my heart, and you are siding with Jonathan to make fun of me!”

Jonathan sneered, "Does she need your help?!”

"Alright, you two have a good relationship!" Charlie sighed and laughed, "I won't get in your way anymore! Is that alright?!"

After saying that, he stood up and beckoned to the two people next to him, "Come on, let's play a couple of rounds. I lost really badly earlier, and I've got to win it back!”

The two people got up with a smile, "you would lose? I don't believe it!"

The three of them chatted and laughed as they headed to the entertainment area.

Jonathan was moody and temperamental, but she remembered every little thing he did for her ever since they met.

Jonathan stared at her, "I told you, if you're going to thank me, try harder.

Estelle's eyes flickered, and she turned to look at the wine glass on the table. With a resolute heart, she picked it up, took a sip, and leaned forward, pressing her lips onto the man's.

Jonathan's pupils reflected the girl's embarrassment and shyness on her face. Although the two of them had been even more intimate, at this moment, with their lips touching, their hearts thumping like drums, and a different kind of affection quietly arose.

He sucked the wine from her lips, then reached up to hold the back of her head and forcefully kissed her.

Estelle closed her eyes, and familiar scents flooded her senses. Her fingertips tingled, and her hands involuntarily reached for the man's chest, gripping his clothes tightly.

The wine was long gone, replaced by pure kissing at some point; it was as if they had both been waiting for a long time, and it could not be contained once it began.