Just now, Evelyn caught a whiff of Sylvia's delicate fragrance lingering on Gabriel. Her nose was a gift, a personal radar for scents,
and she remembered each one distinctly. Sylvia's scent was soft and subtle, irresistibly pleasant, etched into Evelyn's memory with
clarity.
At this moment, the sscent intertwined with Gabriel's own robust, cool aura, creating an ambiguous fusion on him.
Evelyn's mind flashed back to the previous night when Gabriel instinctively pulled Sylvia into his protective embrace as the acid
bottle flew towards them.
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A tinge of disappointment washed over Evelyn.
No wonder he had flatly rejected the marriage idea the moment Old Mr. Quintin broached the subject.
He already had someone in his heart.
But if he had someone he liked, why wouldn't he tell Old Mr. Jarvis?
Villa del Sol.
Estelle and Jonathan, along with Milo, had spent the day wandering the hills and returned to their villa when Magdalen's call came
through.
"Ella."
Magdalen's buoyant tone seemed to warm the crisp evening air.
"Magdalen," Estelle replied with a light laugh.
"Where are you? Let's hang out tonight," Magdalen suggested cheerfully. "I've got Carsoning, and he's bringing sfriends
over—Charlie and Emily are in too."
Estelle remembered she wanted to thank Marina and Carson and readily agreed, "Sure, where are we meeting?"
"Let's hit up the old haunt, 9th Mansion."
"I'll head over with Jonathan from Villa del Sol, might be a bit late though."
"No rush." Magdalen laughed. "We'll wait for you."
"Alright."
After hanging up, Estelle turned to Jonathan, "Magdalen suggested a get-together tonight; she's already touched base with Mr.
Foster and Charlie."
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