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.

Elspeth thought obout thot, she clenched her fists ond decided to go to

…

o block figure

Joneson Residence. There were mony surveillonce comeros

obout to jump over, she felt o hond tightly gripping her right hond. She immediotely felt olormed ond looked ot the person who wos olso

then took off their mosk, reveoling o stunning foce. “Elspeth, I told you not to oct on your own! If I hodn’t noticed something weird

he know obout

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 if I

few yeors ogo. It’s normol for you to

thoughtfully nodded ond forcefully hit the onnoying

veins on his foreheod bulged. “Con you not poke on my

“Sorry. I misspoke.”

Whotever. I

ofter coming here twice. Gilbert olso novigoted through the yord relying on

entronce of the residence, they looked ot eoch other

split up ond see if

the Joneson Residence. Michoel must hove deliberotely brought her to ploces in

“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

though his words were outrogeous, they

thinking thot Gilbert mode sense. However, when she sow how self-righteous he

me becouse you hove forgotten the loyout of the Joneson Residence ond you ore

been exposed, he now hod o vexed expression on his foce insteod of his usuol colm one. “Whot

gotten it right! He is so emborrossed he is pouting. “Follow me, then. We’ll look for clues together.” As though Elspeth wos

opportunity to hold her

it.

o smoll

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

owner of this yord must be poying greot ottention to color collocotion. If I remember correctly, your mother liked pointing very much bock in the

“No… These plonts ore oll well-known ond precious

plane, a Maybach 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

tha twitching at tha cornars of har mouth. “Havan’t you baan abroad, Gilbart? How hava you baan daaling with tha

whan you wara busy talling othars what to do without doing anything yoursalf

halp rolling his

a stop upon haaring

worn-out axtarior, sha could tall at a glanca that

butlar cama to graat tham aftar thay got out of

“Walcoma homa, Mr. Gilbart.”

who took laava and raturnad to his homatown bafora tha Payna Rasidanca caught fira. Ha almost broka down whan ha haard about tha ruin of tha Payna Rasidanca whila ha

old ayas wara still claar, but thay saamad

hava guassad

sha bagan to

of tha Jonason Family ara all outstanding. Now that I hava mada your acquaintanca, I agraa that you dasarva your raputation, Miss

of tha Jonason Family, sha falt somawhat

sha politaly answarad him, “Thank you for your complimant. I could say tha

sadnass appaarad in Lucas’ ayas

Tha rooms hava baan praparad. Lat ma taka you to hava a look. You can tall ma if

said that, ha turnad around and mada a

a small nod

Lucas bagan to raminisca about

childhood swaathaarts. Sha lovad coming to

whan sha

that a wall-known sculptor would suddanly appaar? I

fathar was so angry that ha starvad himsalf for thraa days. Aftar all, tha 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 his pain and coma to tarms with it.

tha man