Female Novel
Chapter 1833
He was practically beaming when he said, "There are a bunch of girls in my class who are totally into
you, Estelle. They'd be green with envy if they knew you were my tutor!"
"Oh! No wonder you wanted me to meet them," Estelle realized with a smile. "Is there someone special
among those girls for you?"
"Pfft!" Henson scoffed. "Like I'd fall for those childish girls. I've got grand plans, you know."
"What kind of plans?"
"To be a legend like my hero Jonathan!"
Estelle couldn't help but laugh. "There's something else I need to tell you. My gig with the production
crew just wrapped up, and after Magdalen's wedding, I'm heading back to C City to spend some time
with my granddad. You'll have to keep up with your studies on your own."
Henson's grades were actually solid enough that he didn't really need a tutor anymore. Estelle's weekly
visits had become more about keeping him company, doing homework together, and having a chat to
lighten his mood.
"How long will you be gone?" Henson asked.
Estelle thought for a moment. "About a month, I guess."
"Will you be back before my finals?"
"Should be around that time."novelbin
"Then try to make it back for that."
Estelle smirked. "Why? Feeling a bit shaky without me?"
Henson's cheeks flushed, but he tried to play it cool. "I just worry that Jonathan will miss you!"
Estelle paused mid-page turn. "Then you should talk to him more."
"What's the use? He's not missing me!"
Estelle fell silent for a moment.
They bantered a bit more before continuing with the second lesson.
At noon, Estelle stayed for lunch. While Catherine was busy chatting with Estelle, Norah shot Henson a
knowing glance. "Estelle doesn't know, does she?"
Henson replied with a hint of sarcasm, "Don't underestimate Ms. Macclain. She's not the type to get
worked up over small stuff."
Norah's eyes widened. "What do you mean? You showed her the photo?"
Henson said, "I mean that Ms. Macclain really trusts Jonathan. One picture isn't going to bother her."
Norah looked suspicious, but as she glanced over at Estelle and saw her gentle smile and soft eyes,
she couldn't see any signs of distress.
She breathed a sigh of relief, just hoping that Jonathan would come back soon!
The day before Magdalen's wedding, Jonathan still hadn't returned.
Estelle woke up early and immediately saw a message from Jonathan: [Still dealing with a few things.
Wait for me.]
Holding her phone, Estelle’s lips curved into a smile. [Okay]
Jonathan sent a photo of the city from a high vantage point, the evening lights of the city coming to life
against the backdrop of a sunset. The tall, orderly skyscrapers twinkled, reflecting the fiery hues of the
sky – a stunning sight.
Estelle walked over to her window and snapped a photo of the morning in J City. The sun was just
rising, with the faint morning mist still lingering. The light mingled with the fog, casting a gentle
radiance.
That night
Magdalen hosted her bachelorette party, inviting a slew of friends, and Estelle met the other
bridesmaids who were heiresses from well-connected families close to the Sampsons.
One of the bridesmaids was Sophia, who had something come up and would arrive early the next
morning.
The private room was bustling with noise, almost deafening, and Estelle felt a bit out of her element.
She excused herself to get some fresh air on the balcony.