billion book
Chapter 73
Chapter 73
When they got to the second floor, Fiona led them to her walk–
in closet, opened the cabinet, took out a pile of clothes, and
put them on the sofa. She whispered, “These clothes haven’t been worn before, Ms. Macclain, you can
pick whatever you likes.”
“Okay” Estelle nodded casually.
Fiona didn’t dare to look at Jonathan and cautiously glanced at Estelle, her eyes flickering. “I’ll step out
while Ms. Macclain changes,” she said, and hurried out with
her head down.
Jonathan waited for the door to close, then walked up and picked a dress from the pile for Estelle. “Try
this one. I’ll wait for you outside.”
He didn’t leave the room. Instead, he
just sat on the couch outside the changing area, separated by a curtain.
Estelle didn’t hesitate, turned around and quickly changed into the dress.
Jonathan hadn’t slept well the night before, so he closed his eyes for a quick nap while leaning against
the couch. Soon, he heard the rustling of the curtain as Estelle stepped out “Done”
He slowly opened his eyes to see Estelle standing before him, already dressed.
The dress he picked was a mixed–colored long dress, with a simple light gray top and a pinkish–
beige base, covered by a layer of gray gauze.
The dress was so long that it reached her ankles, covering Estelle’s white sneakers, and it made her sl
ender figure even more exquisite. The soft colors added a touch of elegance and refined beauty to her.
Jonathan looked at her for a few seconds, then walked up and pulled off the black hairband from her po
nytail, letting her hair fall down.
Estelle looked up in surprise.
Jonathan turned to choose a pearl hairpin from the nearby dresser, then slightly leaned in to help Estell
e with her hair.
He reached around Estelle’s shoulders with both hands and held her. Using his fingers, he combed thro
ugh her hair.
They were so close that Estelle had to lower her head, her nose almost touching his suit collar, and she
could smell his familiar fresh scent.
Before, they had been closer than this, but it felt different now Estelle could hear her own heartbeat spe
eding up, desperately trying to jump out.
For some reason, she thought of his words, “You’re mine…”
His long fingers slid over her scalp, and she felt a tingling sensation that made her tense
up involuntarily.
Estelle didn’t let it show, but she took a deep breath, pretending to be calm. “You know how to style wo
men’s hair?”
“My mother used to like tying her hair up when she was young, and my father would help her. I watched
them a few times.” Jonathan spoke in his usual steady
tone
After trying a couple times, he successfully used a hairpin to fix Estelle’s long hair at the back of her he
ad without any mess.
Estelle turned to look in the mirror, surprised.
Jonathan was also pleased with his skill. He looked at the girl in the mirror and said, “Isn’t it perfect?”
Estelle gave a slightly mischievous smirk, “Isn’t that just because I’m good–looking?”
Jonathan stared into the mirror. Estelle’s eyes were beautiful and clear, her thick, long lashes framing t
hem perfectly. Her lips were rosy pink; her teeth white. She had a natural makeup–
free beauty. Her tied–
up hair revealed her delicate white neck and prominent collarbones. The long skirt showed off her slim
and well proportioned figure. Every detail of her was perfectly beautiful.
Jonathan’s gaze deepened, and his lips curled into a subtle smirk, blurring the line between admiration
and mockery.
After three seconds of staring at each other in the mirror, Estelle’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked
away, “Let’s go!”
She walked ahead towards the door Hearing Jonathan following her, she reached for the doorknob, but
her shoulders were suddenly grabbed before she could open the door. He spun her around and pushe
d her against the wall, his tall figure looming over her, and he kissed her soft lips.
Estelle didn’t have time to close her eyes, and she found herself staring straight into the depths of his e
yes, like a deep abyss that threatened to pull her in. He gazed intently at her, his kiss eager and passio
nate
Estelle closed her eyes in panic, hands pressed against the wall, inadvertently tilting her head back