At the Royal Mansion, Jonathan shrugged off his suit jacket, loosened his tie, and sank into the sofa. He gazed
around the empty living room, his heart aching with longing for Estelle.
After a moment, he forced down the unease and glanced towards the guest bedroom, half-hoping the door
would swing open and Ella would emerge.
He knew it was futile, but like a man possessed, he found himself walking towards the room.
Entering, he flicked on the light, and the familiar scene greeted him.
This was where she used to stay. When he’d visit at night, she would often be on the balcony sofa, engrossed in
a book, and he would playfully take it from her hands to steal a deep kiss.
Jonathan walked to the balcony and sat down on the sofa, noticing a note left behind.

During Estelle’s absence, he had visited many times but never found a note.
Was this left the day she went back to C City?
He unfolded the note, and her elegant handwriting caught his eye, “Mr. Lamont, goodnight!”

connected, and Estelle appeared, propped up in bed, smiling at Jonathan, “Miss me?” His eyes softened, “Are you going to bed?” “Not yet!” Estelle rested her cheek on her hand, “I thought I’d read a bit before bed.” “How’s grandpa’s cough?” “It’s much better!” She lowered her gaze back to the book, and with a smile suggested, “Jonathan, let me

to you for a bit!”
“I’d like that,” Jonathan relaxed into the sofa, fixating on the girl.
Under the dim light, she looked serene and pure, dressed in a light blue satin nightgown, her hair cascading
behind her. She blended into the room’s vintage ambiance, creating a tranquility like rain softly touching the
heart.
Estelle turned a page, and her gentle voice began to fill the quiet night, clear and crisp.
Jonathan leaned back, watching her, listening to her. His restless thoughts were calmed, but his longing only
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