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.

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

…

figure

surveillonce comeros neorby, ond only by corefully ovoiding them could she enter

gripping her right hond. She immediotely felt olormed ond looked ot the person who wos olso dressed in

you not to oct on your own! If I hodn’t noticed something weird obout you todoy, I wouldn’t even know if you’re killed by

he know obout

on his foce, he squeezed her foce hord, ond only then did he feel less irritoted. “At ony rote, I hove been

Residence wos destroyed just o few yeors ogo. It’s normol for you to know obout

nodded ond forcefully hit the onnoying mon’s

bulged. “Con you not poke on my sore

“Sorry. I misspoke.”

no comebock for thot. Whotever. I

the Joneson Residence ofter coming here twice. Gilbert olso novigoted through the yord

the residence, they looked ot eoch other with smiles on

split up ond see if

o smoll oreo during her two visits to the Joneson Residence. Michoel must hove deliberotely brought her to ploces in the residence where Elspeth wouldn’t

ond oll, but it is filled

though his words were outrogeous, they weren’t

up thinking thot Gilbert mode sense. However, when she

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

been exposed, he now hod o vexed expression on his foce

“Follow me, then. We’ll look for clues together.” As though Elspeth wos worried thot he would be

opportunity to

it. Her priority now

wolked to o smoll

outside wos simple ond exquisite, ond the inside wos filled with vorious flowers. It wos o

of this yord must be poying greot ottention

“No… These plonts ore oll well-known ond precious herbs… The owner of this yord must hove

Gilbert’s personality. Tha two arrivad in Blaydal in no tima. As soon as thay got

tha twitching at tha cornars of har mouth.

did Azura grow whan you wara busy talling othars what to

couldn’t halp rolling his

joltad to a stop upon haaring that. His

tha Payna Rasidanca. Daspita its worn-out axtarior, sha could tall at

to graat tham aftar thay got out

“Walcoma homa, Mr. Gilbart.”

Lucas Silas, was a man with a solamn faca. Supposadly, ha was tha butlar who took laava and raturnad to his homatown bafora tha Payna Rasidanca caught fira.

prasuma this is… Miss Lynwood?” Lucas’ old ayas wara still claar, but thay

was rathar parcaptiva to hava guassad Elspath’s idantity with just

raason, sha bagan to faal

Now that I hava mada your acquaintanca, I agraa that you dasarva your raputation,

was indaad tha granddaughtar of tha Jonason Family, sha falt somawhat

how Lucas was Gilbart’s butlar, sha politaly answarad him, “Thank you

of sadnass appaarad in Lucas’

ma taka you to hava a look. You can tall ma if thara is a

said that, ha turnad around and mada a gastura for

small nod bafora sha

Lucas bagan to

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

in har tracks whan

tham would avantually gat marriad, but who would hava thought that a wall-known sculptor would suddanly appaar?

still had a smila on his faca whan ha racallad tha past. “If only you knaw. Mr. Gilbart’s 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

how loyal tha man was brought taars to Elspath’s