Chapter 32

Jonathan stood there, unafraid of Henson’s sneak attack, but quite startled by the girl who popped out of

nowhere.

However, he refrained from pushing her away immediately, sensing the intensity of her heartbeat. Lowering his gaze, he took note of her disheveled appearance and wet eyelashes, noticing a flicker of fear in her eyes.

Estelle saw the scar behind the man’s ear for the second time. It was already a very light pink, almost the same

as normal skin.

For a full five seconds, Jonathan stayed silent. He waited for the girl to catch her breath before teasing her, “How many times have you tried to throw yourself into my arms? Do you really want to be my wife?”

Estelle snapped back to reality, her gaze meeting the man’s sarcastic stare in the dim forest light. Blushing, she took a few steps back, offering a forced explanation. “I-I was just trying to protect you.”

turned red. Then, he spoke slowly in a softer, gentler

tone was like that of

flustered by her reckless action, Estelle didn’t notice his tone and

meat reached her nostrils, causing her eyebrows to raise in

fish and brought out marinated beef and venison from

delicious smell instantly soothed Estelle’s uneasiness, leaving her

Jonathan, “Uncle, I’m getting more and more

and Henson, Estelle was the more disheveled, with wet hair

easy on you!”

the referee. We’ll keep

two, stop fighting for now and go

was hungry too and happily went to the villa, teasing Estelle along

their bickering, Jonathan watched them thoughtfully. Not that Estelle didn’t hit Henson, but she aimed right at his

a gold tablecloth, exquisite tableware, and blooming tulips. Even a casual

while Jonathan and Henson sat down

over grilled fish and other

the plate and asked Henson with

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