Love's Perfect Match

“Leave me alone then. I am the granddaughter of the Joneson Family, not a death row inmate,” Elspeth retorted.

It was not the first time she found him annoying, but she had completely lost control this time.

“Miss, please don’t make things hard for me. I am just a butler in the family. I only wish to do my job and support my family. Your actions are really pushing beyond my limits…”

She did not expect a man in his fifties would burst into tears in public.

Although his cries were not that loud, it was extremely embarrassing for her.

“Alright,” she said. “Enough. I won’t go. Stop crying. How can you cry in front of so many people when you’re at this age?”

Mr. Wordsworth finally heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing her comply. “Very well, Miss. I’ll send you home first.”

Home?

“Grandfather said I can go anywhere I want as long as I stay in Blaydal, right?” Elspeth deliberately asked as she stroked her chin.

Not comprehending what she was trying to say, he blankly nodded in response.

“That means he won’t do anything no matter how late I stay out, right?”

As if her words had completely blindsided him, he nodded once more.

“All right,” Elspeth said, standing up and tearing apart the ticket in her hand. “The ticket is destroyed. I won’t be going anywhere, so stop following me.”

Evidently, he was hesitant to believe her sudden change of heart. “You’re not lying, are you?”

“Of course not.”

Her biggest priority right now was calming him down. She could not directly bicker with him, and there was no way she would win in a fight against the many people he brought with him.

heading back first.” There was a look

like

busy searching everywhere for her, he felt like slapping himself in the face

have dragged her

a soccer match. “Were you the one who tattled, Frank?” she coldly asked,

had not expected to be accused of a crime like that by name. “Tattle?”

you admitting to

Frank sighed, exasperated. “Why are you throwing a tantrum now? You want to borrow my private helicopter?” he

me guess; you were going to Damoria

Elspeth chuckled. “You’re smart.”

just how close of an eye he’s keeping on you, yet you

disapproved of her action. It was too

my mind. No one can change

on earth you took after,” he said, sighing. “You’re so stubborn, always committing to whatever you

heart skipped. Her father, Davion Lynwood, was a kind and gentle soul who was often the mediator of the town. She likely inherited her temper from her

you borrow my private helicopter,

all planned out,” she interrupted with a smile. “Grandfather forbade me from going back to Damoria, but I’m not always supervised. When asked about the helicopter, just say that Spencer borrowed it.

could have thought up

did not sit easily with him. “What if he comes here? How do you plan

fun,” she answered. “You don’t know where I am, but you know I’ll be back in the evening. I’ll try to get back as soon as possible to avoid giving you extra

he was not really nervous. Instead, weirdly enough, he was more excited than

He nodded in agreement.

private helicopter was parked at Spencer’s place. Thus,

home. “Frank told me everything over the phone just now. You’re going to sneak over

she replied. “It’s been a long time since I

explain yourself,” he said with a chuckle. “I know you’re doing

right,” she replied, smiling. “After all, a day apart as lovers would

eyes darken in sadness. However, because he was looking down at the leaves on the ground the entire time, she

borrowed helicopter, she got ready to

“Elspeth.”