Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 43

"You want a house for your grandpa?" Jonathan asked again.

Estelle didn't say anything, they were too close, and she could hardly breathe.

At this moment, she felt like she saw Jonathan's devilish side.

Jonathan bent down and kissed her lips lightly, and then let go, his voice was husky and deep, "I'm a businessman, I don't make losing deals, a house for one night, I'm at a loss."

The man exuded an air of tenderness and composure, but upon closer observation, his eyes betrayed a profound sense of indifference and coldness.

Estelle didn't eat last night and had been exercising for so long. Her amino acids were lacking, and her brain couldn't function properly, so she was confused.

She didn't quite understand what he meant, "What are you trying to say?"

Jonathan stared at her, "Did you have fun last night?"

Estelle took a breath, her hands under the blanket were sweaty.

"This house is close to the University of J City. If you live here and have class at 8:30 in the morning, you can still sleep until 8:15. After this house completely belongs to you, you can even bring your grandpa over," Jonathan said calmly.

Smart people don't need to say things too bluntly.

Estelle's eyes widened in slight surprise. "You want me to be your mistress?" she repeated, taken aback.

Jonathan's expression remained stoic. "Isn't that what you desire?" he replied.

Estelle gazed at him, then suddenly turned her head and burst into laughter.

The more she thought about it, the more funny she found it was. She lay down on the soft bed, buried her head in the blanket, and laughed, her shoulders trembling.

"What are you laughing about?" Jonathan asked.

Estelle lay on the blanket, turned her head to look at Jonathan, her eyes filled with tears from laughing, sparkling. After a while, she calmed down and said softly, "Jonathan, you're at a huge loss! With your looks and figure, you're losing out even if you sleep with a woman for free, let alone give her a house. Are you sure you're a shrewd businessman?"

Jonathan's countenance remained unchanged, yet his eyes grew colder and deeper. "What do you mean?" he questioned, his tone tinged with suspicion.

Was she mocking him?