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Chapter 1243
After a makeover, the room’s main color scheme was grey and white, simple yet understated, but opulence and
elegance were evident everywhere. It’s laid out just like the room she lives in
Estelle strode through the foyer and into the living room. The floor was covered with a light grey carpet, and she
walked on it, all was quiet.
A tall man was standing in front of the balcony of the living room with his back to her. He’s in a black shirt, black
trousers, standing tall and dignified. Rarely did she see him dressed head to toe in black. He’s naturally aloof, this
black attire made him seem even colder, radiating an unfathomable aura. The man put away his phone and slowly
turned around to look at Estelle, his eyes deep and mysterious, as they rest on her face. Estelle gazed at him,
suddenly feeling an inexplicable sense of grievance. Her eyes slightly reddened, she said nothing, turned, and
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The man quickly caught up, embraced her from behind and pull her tightly into his arms Feeling her struggle, they
stumble onto the sofa together. He firmly grabbed her chin, forcefully kissing her
He pinned her legs down, kissing her in a domineering fierce way, giving her no room to escape, as if he wanted to
devour her
Estelle had nowhere to hide, her breath taken away by him. Other than responding to his kiss and gasping for a bit
of air under his lips, she had no other thoughts.
Jonathan’s eyes were burning, his movements somewhat rough due to urgency. He lifted her, kissing her all the
while as they headed for the bedroom.
They fell onto the soft bed together, the curtains automatically closing, and the mom turned dim. Their breathing
sounds became clearer, again and again, like knocking on each other’s heartstrings, causing a series of shocks and
trembles.
He repeatedly asked her to say she still loved him. Estelle had lost count of how many times she had said it, to the
point she couldn’t even tell if she was being genuine or just trying to reassure him.
Turned out, they no longer felt secure with each other.
When Emily called, the phone rang for a long time before Estelle reached out to take it, one hand propped on the
man’s shoulder, the other taking the call. “Emily
Emily seemed to be in a supermarket, it was noisy around her, so she didn’t notice the oddity on Estelle’s side.
“Estelle, are you home? Kya and I are at supermarket, we’ll be home late.”
“No problem, you two have lunch, I won’t join”
“Are you with Henson?”
Yeah”
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“Then I’ll hang up.”
“Okay”
After the call ended, the phone slid onto the carpet, making a tiny sound. But no one paid it any attention.
Two hours later, Estelle was curled up on the bed, covered with a thin quilt. She closed her eyes, feeling drowsy.
Jonathan embraced her from behind, gently kissed the still rosed skin near her ear and spoke in a deep voice,
“Hungry? What do you want to eat?”
Estelle was groggy, her voice hoarse and soft, “Don’t want to eat.
Jonathan leaned against her back, eyes closed for a while, and then asked in a low voice, “Ella, who’s more
important to you, me or Manley?”
Asking this question, his pride and self-esteem were once again discarded.
Estelle frowned and said tiredly. “In your heart, who’s more important, me or Henson?”
This was simply incomparable!
Without hesitation, Jonathan answered, “You, you are more important!”
Estelle felt sorry for Henson for a minute.
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