Female Novel
Chapter 396
Chapter 396
He had changed into light grey sportswear, looking tall and handsome with an air of elegance.
When Jonathan saw them walk in, he came over to Henson and said, “You go practice with your
private coach first, I’ll play with you later.”
Henson happily agreed and followed the private coach onto the court.
Jonathan then looked at Estelle and asked, “Want to play with me?”
Estelle replied, “I only know how to play badminton, and I’m not very good at it.”novelbin
She learned it during her senior year at high school in J City.
Jonathan looked at her with a faint smile, “I thought there was nothing you couldn’t do!”
Estelle was taken aback and didn’t say anything.
“Let’s play badminton then,” Jonathan said and walked towards the badminton court.
Estelle didn’t have a chance to express her opinion. Seeing that the man had already left, she had no
choice but to put down her bag and follow him.
The private coach teaching Henson glanced at the neighboring badminton court during his break, and
was instantly drawn to the game. He couldn’t help but ask Henson, ‘Is your tutor a professional
athlete?”
“Nope!” Henson took a sip of water, watching Jonathan and Estelle’s back and forth game. They
haven’t dropped the ball once in ten minutes.
“That’s some impressive skill!” the private coach marveled.
Henson, amused, ran over to watch and shouted, “Uncle, go for it! Ms. Macclain, go for it!”
The private coach laughed, “Whose side are you on?”
Henson replied, “Neither, I’m encouraging both!”
The private coach joked, “Isn’t that the same as not cheering at all?”
Jonathan was also surprised by Estelle’s performance – is this really her ‘not being good?
Estelle was in a high ponytail, wearing a white T-shirt and grey casual pants. She was graceful and
agile in her movements.
Jonathan became more and more into the game. Estelle’s youthful vigor and energy were just
mesmerizing.
After almost an hour, Jonathan noticed Estelle was drenched in sweat, so he called her to stop and
take a break to drink some water.
Jonathan handed her the water bottle and softly said, “Take small sips!”
Estelle’s face was flushed and she was panting, but she still downed the water with big gulps.
Jonathan’s gaze followed her bobbing throat and heaving chest, then took back the bottle and naturally
grabbed a tissue to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
Estelle paused wiping her mouth with her wrist and felt his fingers glide down the side of her face.
The man towered over her by a head, and his close body almost enveloped her.
Estelle couldn’t help but look up at him. Her cute face was bright red, and her eyes were clear and still.
Jonathan didn’t look into her eyes but focused on wiping her face, then quietly asked, “Do you want me
to give you a chance?”
Estelle hesitated and asked, “What kind of chance?”
“A chance to get back together!” he said, looking straight into her eyes.
Estelle was still catching her breath, and her eyes faltered for a moment without a word.
“Uncle!”
Henson called him.
Estelle took the tissue from his hand and said, “Aren’t you here to practice with Henson? Go on!”
Jonathan gave her a lingering glance, pinched her soft cheek, and murmured, “We’ll talk tonight.”
Estelle’s eyelashes trembled, but she didn’t respond or refuse.
A hint of joy spread in Jonathan’s eyes. He took one last deep look at her before walking towards
Henson.
Estelle held the tissue and looked up at his retreating figure, she felt a scorching heat on her face
where he had touched.