Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 13

Estelle finally understood why Henson's tutor quit. Rich kids are untouchable and unscoldable. They found it annoying when you tried to reason with them. When you started to coax them, they would find you childish. That feeling of helplessness just makes people give up.

Estelle got up and saw darts on the table. She glanced at the dartboard, picked one up, and threw it, hitting the bullseye!

By the time she hit the third bullseye, Henson looked up at her, his eyes filled with surprise.

Estelle picked up darts in both hands, casually threw them without even looking. Both darts flew at the same speed, squeezing the previous ones out, and pierced the bullseye.

Henson stood up, walked over to Estelle, and looked at her sideways, "Have you practiced before?"

Estelle raised her eyebrows without denying or confirming.

Henson took an interest, "Then teach me."

Estelle crossed her arms, pointed at the desk, "Finish today's study task, and I'll teach you!"

Henson scoffed, "Can't you think of another way?"

Estelle shrugged, "What can I do? I can't be kicked out of your house for being incompetent on my second visit. I have a reputation to protect."

Henson disdainfully replied, "Actually, my uncle could teach me. He's better than you!"

"Why don't you go ask your uncle now and see if he'll teach you?" Estelle was fearless. If his uncle was willing to teach, he would have done so by now.

Henson's face flashed with embarrassment. He seemed to weigh his options and nodded, "Fine, I'll follow your advice and study. But after that, I want you to teach me archery. Deal?"

"Archery?" Estelle frowned slightly.

Henson looked somewhat smug, "Can't do it? My uncle's an excellent archer, too!"

"Who says I can't? Let's focus on studying first!" Estelle walked toward the desk.

"What if you're lying to me? Throwing darts and shooting arrows are two different things!" Henson challenged.

Estelle paused, then turned back, "If I'm lying to you, then I'll call you my teacher!"

"Deal!"

Estelle squinted with a smile as the morning sun spread a soft gold light on her fair and soft face.

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Perhaps it was his exceptional family genes, but Henson was smart and quick to learn. An hour later, the two had completed their reviewing and were standing on the villa's lawn.

Henson wanted to practice archery, so the butler had prepared everything in advance: moving targets, bows and arrows, and protective gear.

Henson put on the protective gear and looked skeptically at Estelle, "Can you even pull the bow? You could just admit defeat now. You know if you can't even shoot an arrow later, you'll be super embarrassed!"

Estelle smirked, "Giving up without trying would be embarrassing!"

She picked up the bow and arrow, stood straight, drew the bow, and aimed.

It had been a long time since she had last practiced archery. As she looked at the distant target, her memory of that moment seemed to overlap with the present, and she had a moment of disorientation.

With a "hum" sound, the arrow whizzed through the air, creating a gust of wind. It hit the bullseye with a loud sound.

Henson cheered and rushed over, "How did you do that?"

Estelle smiled calmly, "How about that?"

"Teach me!"

"Sure, but you have to promise me that from now on, every time I come here, you will study and work with me, no stalling!" Estelle took the opportunity to propose conditions.