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“Reluctant?” Jonathan arched an eyebrow, a cool edge to his voice.

“No, I’m willing to do that!” Lance’s heart skipped a beat as he bobbed his head

anxiously.

“Remember, I want a public declaration of love. If I don’t hear it, well, you can

forget about women and dedicate yourself to men from here on out,” Jonathan’s

tone was flat, but it sent a chill down Lance’s spine.

Lance shuddered uncontrollably and instinctively crossed his legs. “I’ll go, I’ll do

it!”

Jonathan towered over him, his gaze commanding. “Do you know the girl

chatting with Manley?”

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Lance immediately shook his head. “No clue!”

“If you see her again, steer clear. If I catch you both in my sight, I’ll be telling

your dad to pick out a nice plot for your family’s eternal rest,” Jonathan said, his

voice icy.

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Lance’s face drained of color.

“Get out!” Jonathan dismissed him with a wave.

Lance, nursing his pain, made for the door, eager to put as much distance

between himself and Jonathan as possible. What had he been thinking, trying to

cross this man?

As he flung open the door, Charlie stood there, his smile suave. “Make sure you

look heartfelt when you confess.”

Despite the smile, Lance felt a cold dread. He nodded hurriedly and scampered

away.

Charlie stepped inside to find Jonathan on the couch, a cigarette in hand.

“Thought you were trying to conceive? Why pick up smoking again?”

Jonathan was feeling stifled, unsure how to vent his frustration. He took a

couple of puffs and crushed the cigarette out. Spotting Lance’s forgotten phone

on the coffee table, he picked it up, snapped it in two, and tossed it aside.

“What did you make you listen to? A recording of Manley and Estelle? What

were they doing on the third floor?”

Charlie had arrived in the midst of Jonathan’s interrogation of Lance. He hadn’t

intruded, catching only the gist of their conversation.

“How should I kill him?” Jonathan murmured low, leaning back on the sofa, his

eyes shut, his expression stormy and fierce.

Manley had once saved Estelle, and that act of heroism seemed to bind

Jonathan, filling him with such loathing yet preventing him from exacting

revenge.

More importantly, Estelle was protective of Manley. If Jonathan hurt Manley, it

would drive a wedge between him and Estelle.

For Manley’s sake, to make his Ella suffer? He wasn’t worth it!

Charlie frowned slightly. “Manley’s got a thing for Estelle, but she doesn’t seem

to reciprocate. If they were meant to be, they’d be together by now. The third

floor has cameras. If it bothers you, I can have someone pull the footage.”

“No need!” Jonathan’s lips parted slightly, his eyes betraying no doubt. “My Ella

wouldn’t. She only has eyes for me. Of that, I’m certain.”

Lance’s recording was edited, never once capturing Estelle’s voice. Jonathan

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knew she wouldn’t have given Manley the time of day.

He trusted Estelle implicitly. It was just the thought of her hugging Manley that

set his insides ablaze with jealousy, itching to sever Manley’s hands then and

there.

“If you trust Estelle, there’s no need to fret. It’s normal for a girl like her to have

admirers. You can’t expect her to stop talking to every man,” Charlie said with a

chuckle. “The ceremony’s almost over. Let’s go out there.”

“I’m not going,” Jonathan grumbled, scowling.

“Just thinking of seeing Estelle and Manley together in their bridesmaid and

groomsman getup gives me a headache!”

“But Estelle’s looking stunning today. You’re going to miss out on that?” Charlie

teased.

Jonathan was desperate to see her, especially after so many days apart. He

missed her like crazy.

“Fine, let’s go,” Charlie coaxed, raising an eyebrow.

Jonathan rose, grabbed his black trench coat, and made for the door.

Arriving at the chapel, they caught the ring exchange. Estelle and Manley were

each holding a ring, ready to slip them onto Magdalen and Morrison’s fingers.

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