Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2885

The waiter asked, “Would you like me to hold onto your flowers for a while?”

Sylvia shook her head. “No, thank you.”

The waiter walked away, but soon returned with a small blanket. “The air conditioning is set pretty high in our restaurant. Your boyfriend asked me to bring you this blanket.”

Sylvia looked up at the man, who was still on the phone. Warmth flickered in her eyes. She accepted the blanket, draping it over her lap, and offered a gentle thanks. “Thank you.”

“Your boyfriend is wonderful!” the waiter complimented with a smile, pouring her some lemon water. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

“Alright!”

As Sylvia waited for Gabriel to return, she held her glass and gazed out the window. Dusk had fallen, the city lights just beginning to glow. The streets bustled with people, and the early summer breeze drifted in, carrying a refreshing sense of joy.

The brilliant city lights reflected against the spotless glass, casting a dazzling, colorful glow that illuminated her striking, graceful face.

Her long hair was loosely draped, her lips a vivid red. The warmth of twilight softened her usual languid allure, adding a touch of gentle elegance.

In this moment, J City’s vibrant, everyday life felt especially enchanting.

Gabriel returned just as the hot pot and all the ingredients were being brought to the table. He remarked, “You ordered this much?”

Sylvia looked up and smiled. “We need to eat well so we have the strength to fight.”

Gabriel gave a wry smile. “What’s a girl like you fighting for? Just sit back and watch.”

Sylvia couldn’t help but laugh. It was funny—he had taught her so much, and she was always meant to support him, to “fight” for him. Now he was saying she should just sit on the sidelines.

Her amusement overflowed, shining from her eyes and tugging at the corners of her lips. She lifted her gaze, her eyes luminous and steady on him, only lowering her lashes when he looked back.

She dipped a slice of meat into the broth for him, carefully placing it into his bowl. “Then the bodyguard should eat more—you’ll need your strength later.”

The restaurant was filling up, steam swirling in the air, laughter and conversation rising all around. Yet, Sylvia and Gabriel seemed to exist in their own quiet space, set apart from the lively crowd.

They ate in focused silence, sharing the occasional joke, slowly blending into the warm, bustling atmosphere.

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