Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2919

Here is the revised and culturally adapted English version, reflecting the tone, mood, and subtleties of the original Chinese text, while ensuring naturalness for American readers and observing all your requirements.

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Hearing Milanda’s concern, Nash couldn’t help but worry about what happened last night as well. After hanging up, he immediately called Sylvia.

Sylvia had just messaged Milanda and was drifting back to sleep when her phone rang. She reached over, picked up her phone, and answered the call. “Nash?”

There was a brief pause on the other end. Nash sounded slightly embarrassed. “Sorry to bother you so early.”

Sylvia, still half-asleep with her eyes barely open, replied, “It’s all right. Is something wrong?”

Nash asked tentatively, “Are you okay, Ms. Jarvis?”

Sylvia knew what he meant and replied in a calm, gentle voice, “I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“That’s a relief,” Nash said, sounding reassured. “I’ll let you get back to it.”

“Goodbye.”

Sylvia set down her phone, only to feel the arm around her waist tighten, pulling her close, pressing her snugly against a warm chest.

Her pale pink fingertips brushed lightly over his hand as she laughed softly. “All the years I spent building my image—it’s all gone now!”

The man, just waking up, his voice low and lazy, murmured, “I’ll help you get it back.”

Sylvia smiled, lips curving. “Forget it—it doesn’t matter.”

The curtains were left open, letting in the sound of a gentle rain tapping on the window. Droplets slowly gathered and slipped down, leaving long streaks on the glass.

On a gray and rainy day, lying wrapped in someone’s steady, burning warmth—what could possibly be better?

So why waste time worrying about trivial things?

No sooner had she said it than Mrs. Winters grew flustered. “Evelyn, what do you mean? Did Gladys say something to you again? Don’t listen to her! She was recently dismissed from the company by Eugene for her mistakes—she resents him now, which is why she tries to drive a wedge between us. Don’t believe anything she says.”

Evelyn quickly replied, “This doesn’t have anything to do with Gladys. You’ve been kind to me because you hope I’ll become Mr. Winters’ girlfriend. But he doesn’t have feelings for me. Even though we already…”

She paused, embarrassed, then rephrased, “Mr. Winters has no intention of taking responsibility. So I think it’s best if we stop meeting. I worry if my grandfather finds out, he’ll be furious and could make trouble for your family. I really don’t want things to end badly between us.”

Hearing this, and thinking of Eugene’s distant attitude, Mrs. Winters grew increasingly anxious. After pouring her energy into this for so long, she simply couldn’t let Evelyn slip away.

A sudden idea seemed to strike her. “I have a plan!” she blurted out eagerly.

Evelyn asked, “What kind of plan?”

Mrs. Winters said excitedly, “Next Wednesday is the company’s fiftieth-anniversary celebration. There’s going to be a banquet that evening. I’ll announce, in front of everyone, that you’re Eugene’s girlfriend—the future Mrs. Winters!”

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