Female Novel
Chater 865
Chapter 865
At the party, people kept coming over to toast with Jonathan, and he took them all up on it. In no time,
he’d knocked back seven or eight glasses.
People around him complimented him, which made him feel bored. So he found an excuse and sat in
the yard for a while. The little garden attached to the hotel banquet hall was blooming with all sorts of
flowers.
Beneath the flower tree, a fair number of men and women who’d come out from the banquet hall were
canoodling. Jonathan found a bench to sit on, took out his portable lighter, and started to fiddle with it.
This was the only thing Estelle had ever given him, but it wasn’t something she’d bought for him
specifically.
The less she cared about him, the more he became infatuated with her. Thinking about how he’d driven
like a madman to C City to find her!
Was she playing these games with everyone?
Jason, Xavier, oh yeah, and that Manley Scott!
Jonathan couldn’t help but laugh at himself, Estelle had always been quite the mystery. Like her never–
seen grandfather, her unusual skills, why she was hired by Snowy Studios…
It’s just that he’d always trusted her so blindly, he chose to ignore these things!
“President Lamont!”
A crisp voice came from behind, and a girl in a pink dress hurried over.
Jonathan turned his head and squinted slightly, “Gwen!”
Gwen had been brought by Mr. Powell to network with some film investors. She didn’t expect to run into
Jonathan here.
Gwen was all dolled up, makeup on point.
“Did you come alone? Why didn’t you bring Estelle?” Gwen looked around and asked with a smile.
Jonathan nonchalantly replied, “She’s tied up.”
“Filming is about to wrap up. Estelle and I won’t be able to see each other often anymore. Just thinking
about it makes me feel sad!” Gwen sat beside Jonathan, chatting like long–time friends.novelbin
“You’ll see her if you want to.” Jonathan said casually.
“I can’t bear to part with Estellle and the food. Wish Mr. Flemmings would open a few more barbecue
joints so I can satisfy my stomach anytime.” Gwen said, trying
to be cute.
Jonathan asked, “Do you often eat at Xavier’s BBQ?”
“Yeah!” Gwen’s eyes curved into crescents, “Because Estelle and Mr. Flemmings are great friends!”
“How great?” Jonathan asked, his tone emotionless.
“Anyway, it’s very good. Mr. Flemmings even remembers Estelle’s menstrual period. Every few days,
he will make some light things for Estelle alone. He is really considerate!” After Gwen finished
speaking, she suddenly realized she might have said too much. She quickly covered her mouth and
guiltily said, “President Lamont, don’t get me wrong. Estelle and Mr. Flemmings are just ordinary
friends, like us and Craig.”
“Alright.” Jonathan didn’t say much, stood up, “I have something to do. I’ll go first!”
“President Lamont!” Gwen caught up with him and said with a smile, “I also want to go home. If it’s on
your way, could you give me a lift?”
“Not on the way!”
The man’s tone was cold as he turned and walked away.
Gwen was ruthlessly rejected. She felt utterly embarrassed, watching the man’s retreating figure as her
smile gradually faded.