The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 The Weight of a Promise

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Estella couldn’t help but ask, “Ms. Wendy tried to hurt herself? Are you really not going to see her?”

Jonathan didn’t so much as blink. His voice was steady and cool. “No need. Wendy grew up spoiled by her parents-she’s used to everyone giving in to her. Since there’s no future between us, I won’t give her false hope.”

Estella blinked in surprise, caught off guard by how decisive he was.

It was… very different from Nathaniel, who had always been indecisive when it came to women.

If Isabelle had tried to take her own life, Estella thought, Nathaniel-despite all his proclamations of love-would probably still run to her side.

Jonathan may have spoken calmly, but his mood had clearly shifted.

Estella had ordered a few beers earlier. Jonathan hadn’t planned to drink, but now he picked up a bottle, twisted it open, and took a slow sip.

Estella sensed his restlessness. She didn’t press him. Quietly, she opened a bottle for herself and drank with him in silence.

It wasn’t until the restaurant began preparing to close that they finally paid the bill and left.

Estella had unknowingly downed two whole bottles.

As soon as they stepped into the cold night air, a blast of wind hit her, and the alcohol fog in her head thickened into a dizzy spell.

Jonathan glanced over and noticed her swaying a bit. Fearing she might fall, he immediately reached out to steady her.

Estella straightened herself and offered a sheepish smile. “I’m okay. Just got a little lightheaded.”

Jonathan couldn’t help but chuckle.

He hadn’t expected her alcohol tolerance to be this low.

After a moment of hesitation, he crouched in front of her. “Come on, I’ll carry you to the curb.”

“I’m fine, really. I can walk.” Estella shook her head.

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But Jonathan didn’t budge. “No more stalling. Get on.”

After another moment of pause, Estella finally reached out and looped her arms gently around his neck.

Jonathan stood slowly, carrying her on his back with a sure, steady grip. His broad, solid back gave her an inexplicable sense of peace.

Resting on him like this, Estella felt a wave of shyness rise up in her chest. Her voice came out small and uncertain. “Am I… heavy?”

Her words were barely audible, as if she truly feared being a burden.

Jonathan raised a brow and asked, “You want the truth or a lie?”

Estella tilted her head, looking at him with wide eyes. “The truth, of course.”

He sighed dramatically. “Honestly? You’re really heavy.”

Estella gasped and smacked his shoulder playfully, pretending to slide off.

But Jonathan held her firmly in place and chuckled. “Relax. I was kidding. Don’t wiggle

around.”

So she settled in quietly, her arms still around him, her cheek resting gently against his coat.

They walked like that, side by side with the night, exchanging quiet, casual words.

Then, without warning, a memory surfaced in Estella’s mind-of her father.

She remembered how, when she was little, her dad used to carry her on his back just like this.

Back then, he was her whole world. Her protector. Her hero.

But now he was gone. Gone forever. And no one would ever love her that selflessly again.

Her eyes welled

A tear slid down her cheek, falling onto Jonathan’s collar.

He paused, feeling the sudden wetness against his neck. Concerned, he turned his head slightly. “Are you crying? Are you hurt somewhere?”

Estella shook her head slowly, her gaze distant. “No…. I just thought of my dad.”

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