Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3112

The dining area was about two-thirds full, buzzing with chatter and laughter, but Estelle always stood out in a room.

She had married and officially become Mrs. Lamont, but that crisp, untouchable elegance of hers would never change.

He walked over, setting the tea and a plate of fruit on the table. "Not busy today?" his deep, gravelly voice sounded.

Estelle replied, "I've been at Snowy Studios lately, occasionally helping some director friends design costumes, so it's been pretty relaxed."

Xavier, wearing a simple black t-shirt that highlighted his sharp, rugged features, poured her a cup of tea. "It's not even the weekend. You have time to swing by my place between jobs?"

She raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I was craving barbecue. Can't I just come for a free meal?"

"Be my guest." Xavier smirked, though his gaze sharpened. "But you're really here about Norah Lamont, aren't you?"

Estelle scoffed lightly. "Feeling guilty?"

He let out a brazen, dismissive laugh. "What do I have to feel guilty about?"

She nodded, leaning into the sarcasm. "Right. The great Xavier Flemmings, always so honorable and righteous, never doing anything to feel guilty about. It doesn't matter that a girl from a wealthy family spent years loving you, sacrificing her weekends and days off to wait tables at your restaurant, taking abuse and harassment from customers without a single complaint! And when a certain someone finally gets tired of it, he just brushes her off with a random woman. After all, it was entirely one-sided, so it has absolutely nothing to do with Xavier Flemmings!"

Xavier stared at her, a sudden lump forming in his throat. After a long moment, he muttered, "I'm doing this for her own good."

"It's only 'good' if she thinks it's good," Estelle fired back without missing a beat. "Your self-righteous assumptions don't count."

He leaned back against his chair, dropping his gaze. "Then just assume I don't like her and I want to stop stringing her along."

Estelle said flatly, "You either like her or you don't. What does 'assume' mean?"

"Fine, I don't like her," he snapped, a hint of frustration bleeding through.

Estelle held his gaze steady. "Look me in the eye and tell me you feel absolutely nothing for Norah Lamont."

If he didn't care about her, he wouldn't have kept her around for so long. He wouldn't instinctively protect her every time something went wrong.

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