Chapter 394
Estelle kept a straight face and asked casually, “With your parents at home, does he still care about your studies?
Henson laughed and said, “Our school is hosting a baseball game and I signed up for it. I want my uncle to teach me, but he said I have to do well in my studies first. So, you must put in a good word for me later.”
Estelle raised her eyebrows and asked, “He knows how to play baseball?”
Henson answered proudly, “Of course, there’s nothing Jonathan can’t do!”
Estelle smirked and said, “No need for me to say anything. I’ll just show him this test!”
Henson grinned and said, “Once I win the championship, I’ll treat you to a meal!”
Estelle laughed and said, “Thanks in advance then!”
After grading the test, she told Henson to preview his homework and went upstairs to find Jonathan
with the test.
She went to his study first and knocked twice, but there was no response. A maid came over and respectfully said, “Ms. Macclain, sir is not in the study, he’s in the bedroom. He said you can go straight in after coming up.”
“Alright,” Estelle nodded slightly.
After the maid went downstairs, Estelle went to his bedroom door and knocked on it.
She knocked once and realized the door was slightly open. Estelle didn’t go in directly, but waited for the man to respond.
“Come in!” A deep voice replied.
Estelle clenched her hand that was holding the test paper and walked in.
The man’s bedroom was huge, with an attached small study. The rest area was across from the study, with sofas and coffee tables. The bedroom had a large bed and cool-toned decorations. Further inside, there was a walk-in closet with no other furniture except for cabinets.
The balcony was large and the warm sunlight shone on the pure white carpet, emitting a soft glow and balancing the coldness of the room.
Upon entering, Estelle was greeted by the familiar scent of men’s cologne. She couldn’t help but take a deep breath, stepping on the white carpet, but she didn’t see Jonathan.
“Mr. Lamont?” she called out.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and the man walked out, looking up at Estelle.
Estelle was stunned, holding her breath while staring at him.
Jonathan had just taken a shower. He was holding a towel with one hand, drying his hair, and wore only a towel around his waist, exposing his broad shoulders and firm chest muscles.
He had handsome facial features and disheveled hair hanging on his forehead, adding an irresistible charm to his already striking appearance.
The man took a quick glance at Estelle, then turned around to close the bathroom door.
Estelle’s heart raced. She had seen this type of scene countless times, but now she couldn’t help. feeling flustered.
“Sit here!” said Jonathan, walking towards the rest area and casually throwing his towel on the back. of a chair.
Estelle pretended to be calm as she walked over and sat on the sofa across from him. She spoke casually, “Henson said you want to check his recent homework. I made a small test for him, so take
a look at this.”
“Alright,” replied Jonathan, taking the test and looking it over, his expression unchanged.
The man had wide shoulders and a narrow waist, with a firm and well-defined chest. He had a perfect figure that wasn’t too muscular or too thin. Estelle was the only one who knew how good it felt to touch him.
Water droplets on his neck trickled down his chest and onto the towel around his waist, gradually soaking it:
The man leaned forward slightly, his gaze focused on the test in his hand.
Jonathan spent nearly ten minutes looking at the simple test, and Estelle felt the temperature in the room rise, making it uncomfortably hot.
After almost ten minutes of silence, Jonathan pointed to a question on the test and asked Estelle, “Is this method too simple? Shouldn’t he show more steps?”
Estelle looked at the question he mentioned and asked, “Where?”
Jonathan turned to look at her, his eyes deep and meaningful, “Why is your face so red? Are you
hot?”
