Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2971

But Claire had already spotted Nash. Instantly, she put on a bright, overly enthusiastic smile and called out, “Nash!”

Looking at the saccharine, insincere smile on Claire’s face, Nash suddenly realized that women like Sylvia were truly rare. It was no wonder Gabriel Carnes had fallen for her—now, it all made sense.

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Once they got into the car, Gabriel reached into the back and handed a large bouquet of red roses to Sylvia.

She hugged the bouquet in her arms and turned to gaze intently at him.

Gabriel’s handsome eyes softened with a smile. “What’s wrong?”

Sylvia’s eyes sparkled with a playful light. “I never noticed before that Mr. Carnes could be so romantic.”

“Romantic?” Gabriel kept his attention on the road, his voice deep and magnetic. “Buying you something you like—does that really count as romantic?”

Holding the flowers, Sylvia’s face glowed with a joy that seemed to outshine even the bouquet in her arms. “It does!”

A kind of romance just for her.

Glancing out the window, she asked softly, “Where are we going?”

“I told Granddad that we’d have dinner before heading back,” Gabriel replied.

Sylvia’s eyes widened. “I told Granddad I had to work late tonight.”

Gabriel gave her a sidelong look. “You and your little tricks. Even if I hadn’t mentioned anything, do you really think he wouldn’t figure it out himself?”

Sylvia pressed her lips together in mild frustration. “I just didn’t want Granddad to feel like I was neglecting him now that I’m dating.”

Gabriel’s tone was gentle but firm. “We can’t live with him forever. In a few days, when he’s in good spirits, we’ll tell him we’re married. We can visit him every weekend.”

Sylvia arched an eyebrow. “Do you think he’ll really agree?”

Gabriel replied calmly, “If he wants to have great-grandchildren someday, he’ll agree.”

Gabriel set the groceries down and scooped her up into his arms. He kissed her as he carried her toward the living room, his low, husky voice brushing against her ear. “It’s still early. We can have dinner a bit later.”

Sylvia reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt, one by one, responding to his kiss with a soft whisper, “I’m hungry.”

Gabriel’s breath caught. He laid her gently on the sofa and leaned over her, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Let me feed you first.”

Sylvia tugged his shirt off, her fingers tracing the lines of his firm muscles. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she held him tighter.

Gabriel’s broad shoulders, defined abs, and long legs dominated the space as he half-knelt over her on the sofa. The air in the room grew thick with a charged, magnetic energy.

Sylvia’s eyes were half-closed, the corners tinged pink. She looked languid and seductive, kissing him again and again—slow and unhurried—no more urgency, no more anxiety. After all, they had all the time in the world now.

As evening deepened, the golden light of sunset faded into dark red, painting gradients across the windows.

Sylvia lay with her head resting on the arm of the sofa, her fair skin illuminated in the glow of dusk. The last shimmer of sunset traced the elegant curve of her neck as she tipped her head back, glimmering like flowing water.

There was a light in her eyes too—scattered, star-like, as if a whole galaxy had fallen into her gaze.