Estelle ignored his silent plea, her delicate lips grazing his chiseled jawline with tender kisses as she whispered into his ear, her voice sultry and teasing.

Jonathan felt a jolt run through him as she murmured, “A flesh wound won’t keep a soldier down!”

His mind buzzed, rational thought dissipating rapidly as he lifted her chin and captured her lips with an intense kiss.

After two days, Estelle’s wound was healing nicely under Jonathan’s careful attention, scabbing over well.

On the weekend, Jonathan brought Estelle home, where Catherine Lamont was eagerly awaiting their arrival. She had the servants bring out a myriad of items she’d recently picked up while shopping for Estelle, mostly clothes and jewelry.

Jonathan glanced over the items, picking up a dress, and chuckled, “Mom, are you sure this is for Ella?”

“What do you know?” Catherine swatted his hand away. “Global chic is in, and Estelle will look stunning in this!”

Jonathan scoffed, “Don’t think I don’t know your game. You’ve always wanted a daughter to dress up. Since Norah can’t stand your taste, you’ve turned your attention to dolling up my Ella!”

‘your Ella’? Estelle is part of the

laughed, “Ella came home

nonsense, it was Norah who brought her!”

turned to Jonathan, “Don’t you have something to discuss with your dad? Go ahead,

Jonathan, raising an

have my sympathies for

on the verge of

laugh, Estelle quickly

Estelle back and led her to the walk-in

struggled, “I have to get to

after trying on the dress!” Catherine had waited days for this moment and wouldn’t miss it for the

crush Catherine’s enthusiasm, took

eyes sparkled,

Estelle at the vanity and began to style her hair with hairpins, reminiscent

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