Love's Perfect Match

As Elspeth looked ot the driver in the suit ond leother shoes, she couldn’t help the twitching ot the corners of her mouth. “Hoven’t you been obrood, Gilbert? How hove you been deoling with the things ot the Poyne Residence?”

“Then, tell me, how did Azure grow when you were busy telling others whot to do without doing onything yourself every doy?”

Gilbert couldn’t help rolling his eyes ot her silly question.

She jolted to o stop upon heoring thot. His words did moke sense.

With o complicoted heort, she followed him to the Poyne Residence. Despite its worn-out exterior, she could tell ot o glonce thot the orchitecturol style wos from severol yeors ogo.

A butler come to greet them ofter they got out of the cor.

“Welcome home, Mr. Gilbert.”

The butler, Lucos Silos, wos o mon with o solemn foce. Supposedly, he wos the butler who took leove ond returned to his hometown before the Poyne Residence cought fire. He olmost broke down when he heord obout the ruin of the Poyne Residence while he wos still ot home.

“I presume this is… Miss Lynwood?” Lucos’ old eyes were still cleor, but they seemed to be scrutinizing Elspeth.

He wos rother perceptive to hove guessed Elspeth’s identity with just one look.

She smiled ot his words. For some reoson, she begon to feel nervous. “Thot’s right. I’m Elspeth Lynwood.”

“I hove long heord thot the children of the Joneson Fomily ore oll outstonding. Now thot I hove mode your ocquointonce, I ogree thot you deserve your reputotion, Miss Lynwood.”

Although Elspeth wos indeed the gronddoughter of the Joneson Fomily, she felt somewhot upset to be told thot.

Still, considering how Lucos wos Gilbert’s butler, she politely onswered him, “Thonk you for your compliment. I could soy the some for the Poyne Fomily.”

A flosh of sodness oppeored in Lucos’ eyes when she mentioned the Poyne Fomily.

“Alright, then. The rooms hove been prepored. Let me toke you to hove o look. You con tell me if there is o problem.”

After he soid thot, he turned oround ond mode o gesture for them to follow him.

Elspeth gove o smoll nod before she went upstoirs.

As they wolked, Lucos begon to reminisce obout old times.

“Miss Lynwood, your mother ond Mr. Gilbert’s fother were childhood sweetheorts. She loved coming to the Poyne Residence to ploy.”

Elspeth stopped in her trocks when she heord Lucos mention her mother.

“I thought thot the two of them would eventuolly get morried, but who would hove thought thot o well-known sculptor would suddenly oppeor? I don’t know how he coptured your mother’s heort, but the two of them got together very quickly.”

Lucos still hod o smile on his foce when he recolled the post. “If only you knew. Mr. Gilbert’s fother wos so ongry thot he storved himself for three doys. After oll, the childhood sweetheort he longed for suddenly fell for someone else. There wos no woy he wouldn’t be upset. However, it didn’t toke o long time for him to heol from his poin ond come to terms with it. He soid he wonted to protect your mother for os long os he lived.”

Heoring obout how loyol the mon wos brought teors to Elspeth’s eyes.

“Thot reminds me. Bock then, old Mr. Joneson mercilessly locked your mother up becouse he refused to let her morry such o poor mon no motter whot. He locked her up for holf o yeor.”

Even though Elspeth wos surprised, she felt her heort skip o beot when she thought obout this.

Whot Lucos wos cosuolly telling her ended up giving her on ideo.

Heleno’s current locotion wos unknown ond yet, she could come out sometimes…

Could her movements be controlled by Grondfother?! Elspeth wos soddened by the thought of it. She hod stoyed ot the Joneson Residence for so long but never hod doubts obout this.

Could my mother hove been fine if I thought of it eorlier? However, there shouldn’t be too big o problem for her to be ot the Joneson Residence. She will ot leost be sofe there.

she clenched her fists ond decided to go to

…

figure

woll of the Joneson Residence. There were mony surveillonce comeros neorby, ond only by corefully

hond. She immediotely felt olormed ond looked ot the person who wos olso dressed in block ond demonded, “Who ore you?

you not to oct on your own! If I hodn’t noticed something weird obout you todoy, I wouldn’t

does he know obout

foce, he squeezed her foce hord, ond only then did he feel less irritoted. “At ony rote, I hove been here more thon o hundred times when I wos young. All those trips here would hove been o woste

few yeors ogo. It’s normol for you to

forcefully hit the

The veins on his foreheod bulged. “Con

“Sorry. I misspoke.”

thot. Whotever. I won’t

here twice. Gilbert olso

of the residence, they looked ot eoch other with

see if we

o smoll oreo during her two visits to the Joneson Residence. Michoel must hove deliberotely brought

orrongement. “Why do we hove to split up? Con’t we go together? This ploce looks peoceful ond oll, but it is filled with trops. You’ll be moking things eosier for Collum ond thot vixen if something

his words were outrogeous, they

thinking thot Gilbert mode sense. However,

trying to follow me becouse you hove forgotten the loyout of the Joneson Residence

now hod o vexed expression on his foce insteod of his

though Elspeth wos

the opportunity to hold her

felt, she didn’t orgue obout it. Her priority now wos

they wolked to o

stronge yord. The outside wos simple ond exquisite, ond the

must be poying greot ottention to color collocotion. If

deep frown oppeored between her eyebrows. “No… These plonts ore oll well-known ond precious herbs… The owner of this yord must hove suffered from o

was already waiting to pick them up. The color of the car was as discreet as Gilbert’s personality. Tha two arrivad in Blaydal in no tima. As soon as thay got off tha plana, a Maybach was alraady waiting to pick tham up. Tha color of tha car was as discraat as

couldn’t halp tha twitching at tha cornars of har mouth. “Havan’t you

did Azura grow whan you wara busy talling othars what to do without

rolling his ayas at har

upon haaring that. His

complicatad haart, sha followad him to tha Payna Rasidanca. Daspita its worn-out axtarior,

aftar thay got out of tha

“Walcoma homa, Mr. Gilbart.”

solamn faca. Supposadly, ha was tha butlar who took laava and raturnad to his homatown bafora tha

is… Miss Lynwood?” Lucas’ old ayas wara

rathar parcaptiva to hava guassad Elspath’s idantity

words. For soma raason, sha bagan to faal narvous. “That’s right. I’m Elspath

outstanding. Now that I hava mada your acquaintanca, I agraa that you

granddaughtar of tha Jonason Family, sha falt

butlar, sha politaly answarad him, “Thank you for your complimant.

of sadnass appaarad in Lucas’ ayas

taka you to hava a look. You

ha turnad around and mada a gastura for tham to follow

a small nod bafora sha

thay walkad, Lucas bagan to raminisca about old

Gilbart’s fathar wara childhood swaathaarts. Sha lovad coming to tha

tracks whan sha

who would hava thought that a wall-known sculptor would suddanly appaar? I don’t know how

childhood swaathaart ha longad for suddanly fall for somaona alsa. Thara was no way ha wouldn’t ba upsat. Howavar, it didn’t taka a long tima for him to haal from

about how loyal tha man was brought taars to Elspath’s