Jonathan stroked her cheek, “I hope what she’s yearning for is family, not money. And I hope she understands what we’re trying to do for her. That she stays true to herself and doesn’t get blinded by wealth.”

Estelle pursed her lips slightly, “I hope she won’t. But I’ll be careful, too.”

“Let’s just watch her for a while. If Evelyn really wins over Old Mr. Quintin’s heart, it doesn’t matter if she’s really his or not. And if she’s not worth it, we’ll just cut her a check. We won’t have treated her unfairly.”

Estelle nodded, “We’ll see what fate has in store for her.”

After discussing Evelyn, Jonathan scooped Estelle up in his arms, “Let’s freshen up, then have some breakfast. I called Wilma earlier; she’s whipping up something delicious for you.”

Estelle clung to him, “I’ve been missing her, too.”

Jonathan chuckled softly, “I’ve never heard you say you missed me.”

“Never? I’m sure I’ve said it lots of times.”

“I don’t recall,” He feigned seriousness.

Estelle didn’t argue, just held him tighter, “Well, I’m saying it now, Mr. Lamont. I miss you.”

curled into a smile, though his tone was teasingly reproachful, “You don’t sound convincing

counts as convincing?” Estelle

then every ten minutes, send me a message saying you miss

widened, “Mr. Lamont, can you

vanity, leaned in close with his arms braced on either side, and frowned down at her, “What was that? I didn’t catch it,

suddenly cupped

Willowbrook Plaza

and trousers laid out on the bed. They were the same brand and style

if he could see right through everything, as he bent down to pick

I’ve made

of the man who had just unwrapped his

and swiftly turned around,

remained unfazed, dressing leisurely, “Why apologize now? You didn’t when

Sylvia didn’t say anything.

turned back around, all smiles and confidence, “I’ve made pasta. Would you like seafood pasta or

“Seafood,” Gabriel responded

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