Find Me In Your Labyrinth - Season 1 Episode 10

It was past 10 PM when Norah got home and saw Jonathan sitting on the living room couch. She rolled her eyes, gave a wink to the maid who was going to talk to her, and tiptoed upstairs.

“Come here the man leaned on the sofa’s backrest, holding a book in his hands, and spoke calmly

Knowing that she couldn’t avoid him, Norah boldly walked over. “Uncle, you’re still awake?”

Jonathan looked at her. “No wonder you’re so eager to find a tutor, turns out you’re busy going on dates. You got a boyfriend?”

“No!” Norah shook her head immediately. I just went shopping with my cla*smates!”

“Your boyfriend is your cla*smate?” Jonathan stated.

Realizing she couldn’t hide it from her uncle, she sat down and honestly said, “Yes, I have a boyfriend. I know our family is special, but can you not investigate him and not follow us? I just want a normal relationship. Don’t worry, he’s very good, and I’ve never told him anything about our family.”

Jonathan put down the book, took a sip of tea before slowly saying, “It’s normal to have a relationship in your junior year. I won’t investigate, but you should be careful. Your parents aren’t home, and I’m responsible for

you.”

Norah’s face lit up with a smile. “Thank you, Uncle! You’re the best!”

“No need to butter me up. Go to bed,” Jonathan laughed and added, “Oh, right. Henson accepted your cla*smate as his tutor. Have her come by again next week,”

“Really?” Norah’s grin grew even wider, and while grabbing her phone, she said, “I’ll tell her right away!”

Jonathan heard Norah call out as she walked to the center of the stairs, “Estelle, are you asleep?”

The other one on the phone said something, and Norah laughed, “My uncle said you did a good job teaching. my brother, so you’re officially Henson’s tutor now! Every Saturday and Sunday morning. What do you think?”

Lowering his eyes, he unconsciously furrowed his brow. When did he say she did well?

As Norah disappeared upstairs, the man figured he didn’t need to argue with a young girl and continued reading his book.

On Monday afternoon, Estelle and Blythe went to cla*s together, and as they walked past the language building, a group of people rushed over. The guy at the front was tall and handsome, his eyes fixed on Estelle.

“It’s Saul!” Blythe excitedly tugged Estelle’s sleeve.

Seeing the bouquet of roses in Saul’s hand, Estelle frowned and tried to leave the scene. However, she was blocked by Brooke and a few other girls, all looking unfriendly.

Brooke liked Saul, but Saul liked Estelle-it was the hot gossip around the University of J City.

In seconds, Saul was in front of her, his attention unwavering, his voice gentle. “Estelle, I like you. Be my girlfriend!”

Blythe was more excited than Estelle, pinching her arm and giving her signals to say yes.

Saul was rich, handsome, and student council president. Such a remarkable person has been steadfastly in love with Estelle for three years. What more could she want?

The crowd chanted, “Kiss! Kiss!” The noise was deafening.

A man pa*sing the hallway in the administration building noticed the commotion and looked downstairs, his pace slowed down as he recognized a familiar figure.

Estelle took a deep breath. She had shut the world out once, and she tried hard to be gentle and adapt since. But the noise was too much, and she couldn’t help feeling irritated. She looked at Saul, seriously said, “I don’t like you!”

Saul’s smile stiffened but was unwilling to give up since they were graduating soon. He fell to one knee, his face resolute. “Estelle, don’t test me anymore. You like me, and I know it!”

He didn’t see a reason for Estelle to refuse him and she was only playing hard to catch.

“I’m not testing you. I really don’t like you!” Estelle replied emotionlessly.

Saul looked up at her, and the others fell silent. The atmosphere became awkward.

Standing up, Saul was in disbelief-this was his first public confession, and he’d put his reputation on the line. He tried to brush it off. “Estelle, if you don’t want so many people watching, we can talk somewhere quiet.”

“I’ve made myself clear enough,” Estelle didn’t budge. She believed in rejecting someone decisively, as ambiguity would only hurt both sides.

Saul’s face got darker. “You really don’t like me?”

“Not at all!” Estelle answered without hesitation.

Saul dropped the roses, and his face turned pale. He glared at Estelle, then turned to Brooke. “Do you want to be with me?”

Brooke hesitated, clenched her teeth, then walked over, asking, “What do you mean?”

Saul looked at Estelle, pulled Brooke closer, and kissed her pa*sionately.

There were gasps all around!

Estelle rolled her eyes, turned, and left. Blythe snapped out of her shock and followed.

“Estelle!” Saul suddenly shouted hoarsely.

Estelle stopped, but didn’t look back.

“If you take one more step, you’re going to regret it!” Saul’s eyes were red, staring at Estelle with rage.

Estelle continued walking away without looking back.

Brooke pushed Saul’s arm away and yelled, “What am I to you?”

Then, glaring at Estelle, she stomped off.

On the third floor, Jonathan watched the drama unfold silently, his hands in his pockets.

“Jonathan!” Mr. Ingram approached, his elegant smile shining. “What are you doing here? Come inside, and I’ll make you a nice cup of tea!”

Jonathan glanced at the girl who had already walked away and gave a subtle smile, “It’s stuffy inside, just getting some fresh air.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I had to deal with something. Let’s talk in my office.” Mr. Ingram courteously

ushered Jonathan into his office.

Downstairs, Saul angrily left with a sullen look, followed by everyone else dispersing.

Blythe looked back at Saul’s retreating figure with regret, and couldn’t help but complain to Estelle, “What were you thinking? You don’t think Saul is good enough? Who do you think is good enough for you then? If Saul really ends up with Brooke, you’ll be crying your eyes out!”

Estelle looked helpless, “I really don’t like him. Do I have to accept him just because he likes me?”

“Who do you like then?”

Estelle hesitated, “No one!”

Tad

Een locked at her with sig surprise you forget something at home when you fushed out today?

Blythe railand on mystrom. “What thing?

Blythe finally got it and reached to pinch Estelle’s arm You a brat. Exteller fm trying to hate you and you

dare to tease me

Extele laughed and ran away Knock it off Today in the cla*s of your crush, you are gonna be late ”