Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2913

Not far away, Sylvia pressed her lips together in a faint line as she watched Claire fawn over Gabriel. Even though she knew Gabriel was not easily swayed, she couldn't quell the fire rising within her.

She poured a cup of tea and a glass of wine, then walked over to Gabriel with a subtle smile. “Mr. Carnes, would you like some tea or wine?”

Gabriel looked up, his gaze moving between the two cups in her hands before taking the glass of wine. “I'll have the wine. You drink the tea.”

Claire felt a surge of jealousy. She had spent ages talking and had already drunk three or four glasses herself, while Gabriel hadn’t touched a single sip. Yet Sylvia simply asked, and Gabriel accepted a drink without hesitation.

“Thank you for the honor, Mr. Carnes,” Sylvia said, sipping her tea. As she turned to leave, she was halted by Gabriel’s low voice from behind. “Leaving already?”

Sylvia glanced back at him with a gentle smile. “Is there something else you wish, Mr. Carnes?”

Under the uncertain, flickering lights, Gabriel leaned back against the sofa and tipped his chin up slightly to look at her. “Those awards you mentioned earlier—some of them I didn’t quite catch. Would you mind telling me again?”

“Of course,” Sylvia replied before taking the seat to his left. She glanced at Claire, seated nearby, and said, “Company confidential, Claire. Would you excuse us for a moment?”

Claire’s eyes widened. Company confidential? She’d just mentioned everything in front of everyone—how did it suddenly become confidential now?

Just as Claire was about to protest, Gabriel turned to her. “Claire, would you mind giving us a moment?”

Claire forced a smile. “Of course. I’ll catch up with you later, Mr. Bard.”

With obvious reluctance, Claire stood up and left.

As several hostesses entered the room, Claire found a seat next to Oscar. She saw him chatting and laughing with a hostess after taking a drink, and he signaled for her to go keep Pollock company. A cold sneer grew in her heart.

Some of the hostesses tried to approach Gabriel, but Sylvia cast a look their way—not at all fierce, in fact with a gentle smile—but something about it sent a chill down their spines, and they wisely drifted over to Nash instead.

Sylvia poured Gabriel some tea. “If you get drunk, Old Mr. Jarvis will be worried. Have some tea—refresh your mind, and it’s good for the body and soul.”

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