In the evening, Jonathan and Estelle connected over a video call.

Following a wintry shower in C City, Estelle had finished dinner and spent some time chatting with her grandfather by the fireplace. When she stepped out, Wade had prepared a cloak and an umbrella for her.

Holding the umbrella, she made her way to the backyard while picking up Jonathan’s call.

Fresh out of the shower, Jonathan emerged from the bathroom and saw Estelle, clad in her cloak, crossing the courtyard under the night rain. His eyes deepened with affection, and he chuckled, “It feels like we’re in different worlds.”

Caught off guard, Estelle touched the cloak and replied with a warm smile, “Grandpa insists on making me a few cloaks every winter. He says they’re warmer.”

“Then I’ll make you one every year too.” Jonathan declared.

Estelle laughed and glanced at Jonathan’s background, recognizing the Royal Mansion. She frowned slightly, “Didn’t I tell you to stay at the Lamont family home?”

“This place reminds me of you,” Jonathan replied with a charming, lazy smile, his freshly washed hair falling casually over his forehead.

Estelle settled on a bench under the porch, continuing to chat with Jonathan. Above her, Coco the parrot squawked cheerfully, “Ella, Ella.”

“Shh.” Estelle placed her finger to her lips, gesturing for silence, and looked up at Coco, “Quiet down, let me have a peaceful conversation with Jonathan.”

its wings, calling out even louder,

the bird, “You’re not

Coco, contrary as ever, only squawked

as Estelle argued with Coco. He got up and went to the

time to see Jonathan taking out a little

looked at Estelle with

“I just didn’t

Jonathan about to open the box,

“Let’s keep it then. We can save all the future ones too—maybe dedicate a whole room to

heading to her own room, “I’m going to hang up. I need to take a bath and go to

leaned against the headboard, his eyes intense and exquisite in the dim light, “Just find a spot for your phone in the bathroom and

eyes at him, placed the phone behind a vase, and began

staring at the magnified crackled

breakfast and then accompanying

served soup to her grandfather, also

buttering me up for

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