Chapter 8

Jonathan glanced at her slightly chubby baby face, fair and soft, with a faint blush spreading from the base of her ears, like a cloud flushed with twilight, revealing the innocence of her youth. She looked more like a high schooler than a college student

Feeling a bit of elder’s pity, he subdued his own irritation, waved Milo off, and said casually. “You can come down now

Estelle looked back before pretending to calmly jump down, landing behind him and avoiding eye contact with the staring dog.

Jonathan seemed to chuckle as he walked towards Milo.

She, late to realize, had been so close to him that she caught a whiff of his scent, like a cold spring in early spring, chilly and clear, with hints of wood.

He walked over to Milo, squatted and patted its neck, saying lightly, “Milo usually doesn’t attack people.”

But Estelle sensed something off in his words-what did he mean? Didn’t she look like a good person?

Only then did she realize he had a purebred adult German Shepherd, even bigger and more intimidating than

most.

She looked down and adopted his indifferent attitude, “How familiar,. You can hear it all the time in the news where innocent people get bitten by dogs.”

Jonathan paused, his dark eyes flicking over, and let out a scoff, “A little girl with such a sarcastic tone!”

Estelle was about to retort when Norah, with a big smile, came running down the stairs, “Estelle, you’re here!”

Norah had worn delicate makeup, she greeted Estelle warmly and introduced her, “My parents aren’t home, and we don’t have a lot of people coming here. This is my uncle, whom you met yesterday. Just call him ‘Uncle!”

Estelle looked at Jonathan with a surprised expression, but kept her lips sealed.

Jonathan, seemingly holding a grudge for the previous remark, gave her a cold look, “No greetings for your elders? I’m starting to doubt your qualifications as a tutor.”

Norah, clueless about Jonathan’s issue with Estelle, shot him a warning look, which he ignored.

Estelle took a deep breath, finally squeezing out a begrudging. “Uncle!”

gave a noncommittal grunt and sat down on the

rumors that he used to be the big bully of

to meet him.” Norah’s smile unfolded as she led

on the wooden floor, Estelle couldn’t help but notice how cozy the man and his German Shepherd appeared

still missed Jonathan, often listening outside his former study for any trace of his former master, even as Jonathan had long found a “new favorite”

apologized, “I’m sorry Estelle, I didn’t mean to put you in an awkward situation on your first visit. You might

thought to herself, she

gave a polite smile, “Thank

in school, but I’ve always admired you and wanted

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beamed, “We’re friends

take Estelle’s hand, though Estelle stiffened momentarily,

knocked and called out, “Henson, Im coming

inside answered, so Norah pushed

and to the left the bedroom, decorated

boy was curled up on the couch, playing games on a tablet, not

this is your new tutor, and she’s my friend.

noncommittal “oh” before resuming

her cool, not wanting Estelle to get discouraged, “My brother can be difficult. Don’t give up

Estelle gave her a

her irritation with Jonathan, Norah

around the room, inputting Jonathan’s number into her phone, then said in a low voice, “I had an appointment, so I’ll leave you and Henson to get acquainted. If he

that even if she was kicked out of the Lamont family

walked around the room before stopping at Henson’s

don’t do your homework and make a big fuss… are you trying to

as they left, his tutor had resigned, obviously Henson was deliberately pissing off the

too malicious for his age, “Mind your

flinch, insisting, “Rebellion is a childish way to

tablet and refused to

about doing your homework first, then I’ll play with

now you’re trying to trick me like a child. Are all you adults

me, I’m still

he turned his head and let out a little laugh. Estelle rolled her eyes and took out her phone, “Forget it, I don’t

Henson eyed her suspiciously.

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