Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2593

As a boyfriend, Eugene was truly flawless in his thoughtfulness.

“Last night’s thunderstorm was so loud—I almost called you, but then I worried I’d wake you up with my call instead of the thunder.” Eugene reached across the table to serve her some vegetables. “When you told me this morning you slept well, I was relieved.”

Sylvia smiled gently. “You don’t have to worry about me all the time. I can take care of myself. That night was just a fluke.”

A rare fluke—one that only happened once in many years.

Eugene chuckled softly. “Missing someone is just instinct. It’s not something you can control.”

Sylvia arched a brow, then lowered her gaze and continued eating.

Eugene, ever attentive, ladled some soup into her bowl, his expression warm. “Saturday’s coming up—I’m visiting my grandmother. Would you like to come?”

“Sure, I don’t have anything planned on Saturday, and even if I did, I could reschedule.” Sylvia’s smile was gentle. “As long as we don’t disturb Grandma Winters’ rest, I’m happy to go.”

“We won’t. She actually called me yesterday to ask if you’d be coming. She said if you weren’t, then I shouldn’t bother coming either. I guess people get a little childish as they get older.” Eugene’s tone was fond as he went on, “We’ll have lunch with her, and in the afternoon, there’s a concert by a well-known orchestra. The tickets were tough to get, but I pulled some strings and managed.”

“Sounds great.” Sylvia had no objections to his plans at all.

Eugene smiled quietly to himself. Sometimes, he almost wished she’d push back a little—say what she really wanted. Her easygoing compliance, while endearing, made her feel a little distant, as if she were still standing just out of reach.

Sylvia seemed to sense what he was thinking. She looked up and said, “This is my first real relationship, so I might not get everything right. If there’s something I should change, just tell me—I’ll try.”

Eugene shook his head. “There’s nothing wrong. If anything, I wish you’d voice your opinions more. Like, if you don’t enjoy concerts, tell me—we can go somewhere else for a date.”

“But I do like concerts,” Sylvia replied earnestly.

Eugene couldn’t help but find her seriousness adorable, and his affection for her grew. “That was just an example. I just want you to tell me how you really feel. We’re a couple, not client and consultant. You don’t have to hide your thoughts from me.”

Sylvia nodded. “Okay.”

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