Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 572

Seeing the man's embarrassed appearance, Estelle couldn't help but slightly smile. She saw the sky garden ahead and walked towards it.

Following Jonathan's instructions, Estelle went through the garden and stopped at a terrace.

It was very quiet around, with warm yellow lights, wooden floors, and railings. In the distance, there were staggered sky gardens. Separated by a glass walkway, there seemed to be a villa halfway up the hill on the opposite side. It was not very clear at night, only seeing dim lights inside, forming a striking contrast with the bright lights of the hotel.

Estelle stood in front of the wooden railing, feeling the breeze for a while. The alcohol hit her, and she looked lazy. Soon, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned her head and saw the man's figure approaching through the glazed lights.

Estelle's hair was blown by the wind, making her face look even more delicate and beautiful under the warm yellow light.

Jonathan walked up to her, placed his hands on the wooden railing on both sides of Estelle, and gazed into her eyes with his own dark ones. He tilted his head slightly and kissed her lips.

Estelle leaned against the railing and closed her eyes, tiptoeing to deepen the kiss with him. The dizziness in her head made her feel lost.

The hotel’s floors were not high, so they could hear guests playing and walking downstairs and the melodious piano music in the banquet hall. However, this terrace was exceptionally quiet, so quiet that she could clearly hear the man swallowing.

He smelled familiar, but also had a hint of a woman's perfume. Estelle thought of what they said earlier about him creating Firefly Media Group for Yvonne, and gradually became distracted.

Perhaps it was because of the change in environment and the special occasion, Estelle felt a bit nervous and couldn't help but tighten her grip on the man's suit.

Jonathan noticed her uneasiness and tried to comfort her with gentle, yet passionate kisses.

After a while, Estelle stopped and pressed her forehead against the man's chest, quietly catching her breath.

Jonathan held her in his arms, shielding her from the night wind. In the quiet night, there was an indescribable peace and tenderness.

Savoring the taste of alcohol from her lips, he frowned and asked, "How much did you drink?"