Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2926

Sylvia nodded. “Alright.”

“Go get some sleep,” Georgia said, giving her shoulder a light pat before turning and disappearing into her room.

Gabriel returned to his own room. After a shower, he stepped out onto the balcony for a cigarette. His phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the screen, his dark eyes grew even more shadowed beneath the night sky.

He answered, “Hello.”

“It’s Eugene.”

“I know.”

Eugene’s voice was warm. “I’m sorry for disturbing you so late, Mr. Carnes. I was the one who asked Sylvia to help today. Please don’t misunderstand.”

Gabriel’s tone was neutral, giving nothing away. “Since the two of you have already broken up, you really shouldn’t be involved in each other’s lives anymore.”

Eugene sounded even more apologetic. “Please don’t take it the wrong way, Mr. Carnes. Sylvia should have explained—she was with me simply because she felt indebted, that’s all.”

“What kind of debt?” Gabriel asked.

Eugene explained how Sylvia had suddenly fallen seriously ill at home, and how, at the hospital, he had taken responsibility, signing paperwork and staying with her through the night.

Gabriel’s grip tightened on his phone, his voice rough in the darkness. “If Sylvia owes you anything, I’ll settle it for her.”

Eugene quickly responded, “I never expected Sylvia to repay me. I’ve always considered her a genuine friend.”

Gabriel’s voice turned cold. “If you see her as a friend, then stop dragging her into the Winters family drama. When your mother spoke to her so harshly, you should know it took all of my self-control not to retaliate.”

Eugene replied with guilt, “Thank you, Mr. Carnes. I understand what you’re saying. From now on, I won't bother Sylvia with any more Winters family matters.”

As someone who cared deeply for Sylvia, Gabriel naturally felt jealousy and anger over her connection to Eugene. Yet he remained rational, choosing not to interfere directly with the Winters family’s affairs—a gesture that earned Eugene’s sincere respect.

“Thank you for taking care of her before,” Gabriel said.

His focused gaze made Sylvia’s heart race. She opened her lips to ask again, but before she could speak, he slowly leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss.

Sylvia lowered her long lashes, responding to his kiss.

She was wearing the nightgown Georgia had chosen for her: a piece of sheer fabric, trimmed in lace at the cuffs, its skirt trailing long. She’d once teased Georgia, unsure how her artist mother had come to prefer such a style for her.

Georgia had only laughed, insisting, “That’s exactly how my daughter should look.”

Now, as the delicate fabric spilled down from the dresser, it outlined Sylvia’s graceful figure. Her softly curled long hair fell loose, veiling her elegant profile. Bathed in moonlight, she looked like a runaway princess finally caught by her prince.

As Gabriel trailed kisses along her jaw, Sylvia leaned back, pressing close against the wall, her eyes half-closed and lazy with longing as she gazed at the silvery light outside.

A stray lock of hair beside her ear, her swanlike neck, and the pale, smooth curve of her shoulder were all awash in moonlight.

After a long moment, Gabriel lifted her into his arms again and carried her toward the bed.