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.

all, I’ll be heading back first.” There was a look of appreciation on his face like she

like she

that day, when he was busy searching everywhere for her, he felt like slapping himself in

dragged her

in his bed, watching a soccer match. “Were you the one who tattled, Frank?” she coldly

that by name. “Tattle?” he exclaimed as he shot

admitting to your crime?” she

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

Let me guess; you were going to Damoria to look for Callum, but old Mr. Joneson’s men

Elspeth chuckled. “You’re smart.”

how close of an eye he’s keeping on

too dangerous and would likely infuriate old

made up my mind. No one

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

skipped. Her father, Davion Lynwood, was a kind and gentle soul who was often the mediator of the

if you borrow my

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. If Grandfather asks about me, tell him I’ve been staying

could have thought

“What if he comes here? How do you

I went out to have some 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

Frank’s first time telling such a big lie to old Mr. Joneson, but he was not really nervous. Instead, weirdly enough,

He nodded in agreement.

Frank’s private helicopter was parked at Spencer’s place. Thus, she headed over

over the

a long time since

said with a chuckle. “I

“That’s right,” she replied, smiling. “After all, a day apart as lovers would feel as long as

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

borrowed helicopter, she got

“Elspeth.”