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!”

mean ‘your Ella’? Estelle is

came

Norah

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

Jonathan, raising an

at Estelle fondly, “You have my sympathies for dealing with

on the verge of blowing

Estelle quickly ushered him

to the walk-in closet, “Don’t

have to

days for this moment and wouldn’t miss it for the world, dragging Estelle into

not wanting to crush Catherine’s enthusiasm,

eyes sparkled, “I knew my taste

vanity and began to style her hair with hairpins, reminiscent of when Jonathan had first

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