Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2918

Sylvia froze for a moment but quickly recovered and replied calmly, “I told Mom I’d be coming home tonight.”

Gabriel pulled out his phone. “I’ll call Georgia.”

Sylvia’s eyes widened slightly. She jumped in, “Actually, I already texted Mom when we were leaving 9th Mansion. I told her it was late and I’d spend the night at my place in Willowbrook Plaza.”

Gabriel shot her a sidelong glance with those deep eyes of his, then turned to look out into the dark night, an unmistakable hint of amusement flickering on his face.

A blush crept to Sylvia’s ears as she silently berated herself. When it came to composure, she was nowhere near his level.

The villa’s gate was equipped with infrared scanning and recognized Gabriel’s car as it approached, opening automatically.

The black Maybach rolled into the courtyard, and the garden lights turned on in response, scattering pools of soft, silvery light among the slanting shadows of the trees—like a handful of warm moonbeams nestled under their branches.

Once the car stopped, Gabriel leaned over to unbuckle Sylvia’s seatbelt, and with one smooth motion, pulled her into his arms from the driver’s seat, settling her onto his lap.

Sylvia knelt facing him on the seat, and in the muted light, their eyes met. Her alluring gaze grew misty, as if bits of starlight had fallen into a shimmering galaxy, glistening on the ripple of a quiet lake.

For a moment, the car was filled only with the sound of their intermingled breaths.

Sylvia leaned in, pressing her forehead to his, her red lips parting slightly. “Do you want to see my heart?” she whispered. “Will you take it out, or should I?”

Gabriel’s hand slipped behind her head, his long fingers weaving into her thick hair as he claimed her lips in a deep kiss. His voice was low and rough. “Everyone knows—what’s mine is mine. No one else is allowed to covet even an inch.”

He was possessive and relentless.

Sylvia kissed him back with eyes closed, her hands moving to unbutton his shirt, trailing soft kisses down his jaw.

She belonged to him—a fact as unchangeable as fate. There was no escape and no room for her mind to wander.

Her heart belonged to him. Her gaze, too, was his alone.

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After a night of howling wind and torrential rain, morning broke at last—the storm gone, but the sky still heavy and gray. Even those rushing off to work carried a quiet sense of unease on their faces.

Milanda walked to her desk with breakfast and coffee. As she passed Sylvia’s office, a flicker of surprise raised her brows.

Their boss skipping work? That was something you hardly ever saw!

Halfway through her coffee, Milanda suddenly remembered: last night, Sylvia mentioned attending an event with Nash. Could something have happened?

The more she thought about it, the more unsettled she felt. Finally, she gave in to her worry and called Nash to ask about what had happened at last night’s engagement.