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Chapter 113
Even if he had a girlfriend, it didn’t matter as long as she was given the opportunity; she would definitely make him fall in love
with her. But how can she have a chance to see Jason again?
The weather was getting hotter, Estelle indulged in eating ice cream to keep cool. As a result, when her period came, she was in
so much pain and couldn’t get out of bed.
She had been exercising since the age of five, and her overall health had always been good, except for the inherent
physiological issues of being a woman that she couldn’t manage to overcome.
Magdalen called her and knew she was on her period after hearing Estelle’s weak voice.
She had someone make chicken soup and deliver it to the Royal Mansion.
Magdalen had been here a few times, so she knew her way around. Entering the bedroom, she saw Estelle curled up on the
bed, feeling both distressed and annoyed, “You’re asking for trouble, aren’t you? How can you have the air conditioning on so
cold when you get cramps?”
Estelle blinked, “Can you please be gentle with a patient?”
“Yes, I can buy you two boxes of Häagen–Dazs and feed you one after one with a spoon. Do you want that?” Magdalen turned
off the air conditioner and scoffed.
Hearing about two boxes, Estelle suddenly thought about the time when Jonathan bought a whole box of “essentials“. She
couldn’t help but bury her head in the blanket and chuckle quietly.
“You can still laugh. Perhaps the pain isn’t that bad. Get up and drink the soup,” Magdalen said while trying to lift her blanket.
Estelle had just taken a painkiller, so she felt better. She tidied her hair and got out of bed to have the soup.
Magdalen poured the soup into a bowl and handed it to Estelle, “Drink it while it’s hot, and you’ll feel better.”
Estelle looked pale, holding the bowl and slowly drinking the soup. The hot chicken soup relieved her discomfort almost instantly.
Magdalen said, “Don’t cook for yourself in the next couple of days, and I’ll have someone bring you food on time.”

Estelle looked up, “Would it be too much trouble?”
“Then you can stay at my house. My mom keeps talking about you these days anyway.”
“No, I can take care of myself,” Estelle refused. The weather was already hot, and she was afraid of melting under Mrs.
Sampson’s
enthusiasm.
Magdalen sighed, “I’ll just have someone bring you food then, and you’re not allowed to refuse again.”
Estelle raised her eyebrows, not saying a word.
Magdalen glanced around the room and casually asked, “How often does Jonathan come over?”
Estelle took small sips of the hot soup, “He comes over about three or four times a week.”
Magdalen instantly chuckled and said meaningfully, “He used to come only once every ten days or so. Things have progressed
so quickly?”
Estelle’s cheeks were flushed by the hot steam, and she paused while drinking the soup. Indeed, at first, Jonathan only came
over every several days. She didn’t know when he started coming more frequently.
Magdalen winked, visibly excited by the gossip, “Ella, do you think you might fall in love with Jonathan?”
Estelle put down the bowl, calmly saying, “We agreed not to talk about money, or emotions when we’re together.”
Magdalen snorted, not buying it, “You think you can keep it that way?”
If feelings could be easily controlled, there wouldn’t be so much hatred born out of love in this world.
Estelle thought for a moment and said frankly, “If there wasn’t any affection, we wouldn’t have developed this sort of relationship.
But I’m very clear that he doesn’t love me. As long as I keep reminding myself of that, I won’t get too involved.”
However, Magdalen thought Estelle was being too simplistic. They already shared a husband–wife relationship, and although
Jonathan didn’t know abou that, it’s very likely that they would develop genuine feelings for each other.
It was past 11 pm when Jonathan came over.