Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2516

Sylvia tucked the last of the bird’s nest delicacies into the fridge, then sent Eugene a quick message: *Saw the sticky note you left. The drawing was beautiful—thank you!*

Eugene responded almost instantly: *I’m glad you liked it.*

Sylvia hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard before she finally started typing: *But please don’t do things like this anymore. I—*

Before she could hit send, Eugene’s reply popped up:

*I’d love to keep chatting, but I’d rather you get a good night’s rest. Go to sleep, don’t say anything—I know what you’re about to say. I’m sorry, but I can’t promise that. Good night!*

Staring at her screen, Sylvia’s hands stilled. After a moment, she erased what she’d written, letter by letter, and sent just two words instead:

*Good night!*

……

The next morning at the office, her assistant, Milanda, walked in with an armful of files for her to sign and a rundown of the day’s agenda.

When Milanda finished, Sylvia asked coolly, “You’re the one who told Eugene about my favorite restaurant, weren’t you?”

Milanda blinked, looking a little guilty. “Yes. Mr. Winters asked me, so I told him.”

Sylvia looked up, a faint smile playing at her lips. “So, does that mean you’re planning to report all my daily activities to him from now on?”

Milanda’s face paled, her teeth catching her lower lip. “Boss, I’m sorry!”

“Maybe you should just go be his assistant,” Sylvia said lightly. “Might make it easier to keep him updated on my schedule.”

Milanda could tell Sylvia was upset. She raised her hand in a mock oath. “My loyalty to you is unwavering, boss! I’ll follow you anywhere. I promise, this is the last time!”

Sylvia glanced at her, feigning sternness. “Your punishment: vegetarian lunch today.”

Milanda burst out laughing. “Deal! I accept my sentence!”

“Go on, get to work,” Sylvia said.

Only then did Milanda finally leave.

Near noon, as Sylvia was busy at her desk, her phone rang—a client calling about a partnership deal. After a few minutes discussing business, the man on the other end said, “By the way, did you hear that Mr. Winters is ill, Ms. Jarvis?”

Since Eugene had connected their two companies, they both knew him well.

Sylvia was caught off guard. “He’s sick?”

“Yes, it sounds serious—he’s been hospitalized. We’re planning to visit Mr. Winters later. Would you like to join us?”

“Absolutely. Which hospital? Send me the address, please.”

After hanging up, Sylvia frowned. She’d just seen Eugene last night—he’d seemed perfectly fine. How could he be seriously ill all of a sudden?