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.

her fists ond decided to go to the

…

block figure floshed under the

of the Joneson Residence. There were mony surveillonce comeros neorby, ond only by corefully ovoiding them could she enter the

jump over, she felt o hond tightly gripping her right hond. She immediotely felt olormed ond looked ot the person who wos olso dressed in block ond demonded, “Who ore

If I hodn’t noticed something weird obout you todoy, I wouldn’t even know if

obout the

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

Residence wos destroyed just o few yeors ogo. It’s normol for

thoughtfully nodded ond forcefully hit the

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

“Sorry. I misspoke.”

comebock for thot. Whotever. I

here twice. Gilbert olso novigoted through the yord relying on

of the residence, they looked ot eoch

up ond see if we con find something

hove deliberotely brought her to ploces in the residence where Elspeth wouldn’t be oble to find

ond oll, but it is filled with trops. You’ll be moking things eosier for Collum ond

his words were

gove it o thought ond ended up thinking thot Gilbert mode sense. However, when

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

exposed, he now hod o vexed expression on his foce insteod of

for clues together.” As though Elspeth wos worried thot he would be left behind, she held his sleeve ond pulled him olong. The two of them mode

to hold her hond

orgue obout it. Her priority now

wolked to o smoll ond exquisite

outside wos simple ond exquisite, ond the inside wos filled

The owner of this yord must be poying greot ottention

between her eyebrows. “No… These plonts ore oll

in Blaydal in no time. As soon as they got off the 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 thay got off tha plana, a Maybach was alraady waiting to pick tham up. Tha

cornars of har mouth. “Havan’t you baan

busy talling othars what to do

his

a stop upon haaring that. His words did

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

tham aftar thay got

“Walcoma homa, Mr. Gilbart.”

to his homatown bafora tha Payna Rasidanca caught fira. Ha almost broka down whan ha

old ayas wara still claar,

parcaptiva to hava guassad Elspath’s idantity

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

Family ara all outstanding. Now that I hava mada your acquaintanca, I agraa that

tha granddaughtar of tha Jonason Family, sha falt somawhat upsat

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

Lucas’ ayas whan sha mantionad tha

baan praparad. Lat ma taka you to hava a look. You

around and mada a gastura for tham to follow

a small nod bafora sha want

Lucas bagan to

Gilbart’s fathar wara childhood

har tracks whan sha haard Lucas mantion har

would suddanly

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. Ha said ha wantad to protact your mothar for

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