Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2961

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“Yes, the young woman said you had just left.”

“Where are we headed now?”

“It’s too late to go home. Let’s go back to the estate we stayed at before.”

Sylvia glanced at her watch. Nine o’clock in the evening—it really was late…

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Back at the estate, Gabriel held Sylvia in his arms, kissing her as he led her upstairs. The bedroom lights turned on automatically, only for Sylvia to switch them off as they passed.

The bedroom was spacious, bathed in the soft, shifting light from the garden outside. Shadows moved silently across the room, and with each lingering, heated kiss, the air seemed to grow warmer.

Gabriel’s hands deftly slipped open the buttons on Sylvia's blouse, revealing her elegant collarbones and skin as pale and luminous as porcelain—utterly captivating.

She wrapped her legs around his lean waist, her voice sultry with desire. “I want to shower.”

“Mhm,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Once inside the bathroom, Gabriel wasted no time—he tugged at the buttons of his own shirt, unable to resist kissing her again.

Sylvia found herself arching her neck, her teeth catching her lower lip. Her half-closed eyes gleamed with a shimmering light, more alluring and mysterious than the moon itself.

The night was long. For the first time, Sylvia felt no fear of the coming dawn. She surrendered herself, body and soul, completely wrapped in Gabriel’s embrace, and let go—her emotions and senses set gloriously free.

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When Sylvia finally woke the next day, the sun was high in the sky.

She opened her eyes and instinctively glanced over her shoulder. When Gabriel was nowhere to be seen, a brief flutter of panic rose within her. Just as she was about to sit up, she heard his voice in the small sitting room outside, talking on the phone.

He must have just woken too—the spot beside her was still warm. He’d probably stepped out to take the call so she could sleep undisturbed.

These past days, even as Sylvia made plans to go abroad, Georgia could see her daughter wasn’t truly happy.

Sylvia never showed her feelings on her face, but a mother always knows. She just couldn’t let go.

That night, Georgia and Old Mr. Jarvis had come up with an idea: give the two young people one last chance—to see their hearts clearly.

If Sylvia had returned that morning, Georgia would have taken her abroad, no hesitation, and started a new life together.

But Sylvia hadn’t come back—and Georgia had already anticipated it.

Georgia’s tone was kind. “Don’t apologize. All I want is for you to be happy. Everything else is secondary.”

Sylvia said quietly, “But that means I can’t go abroad with you anymore.”

Reunited only recently, and now separation again loomed ahead.

Georgia laughed softly. “It’s all right. We’re mother and daughter, and nothing can break that bond, no matter the distance. You’ll always be my beloved daughter.”