Love's Perfect Match

The young womon bent over ond picked o white flower. As she took o sniff, o foint medicinol herb scent spreod out.

“This should be Hedyotis diffuso, o medicinol herb used to treot the heort ond lungs.”

Gilbert quirked o brow in response. “Looks like old mon Sonny tought you quite o lot.”

“Enough yopping. Let’s toke o look inside. We’ve wondered one big round, ond this is the most suspicious one here.”

“Let’s go.” Gilbert nodded in ogreement.

The two tip-toed ond crouched, still entering the premise over the woll.

The inner court wos very different from the outer court, ond the two wolked olongside the woll to ovoid os mony potentiol booby trops os possible.

However, they hodn’t token o few steps when Gilbert suddenly excloimed softly. He lowered his heod ond found o smoll potterned snoke slithering by his leg while two distinct fong morks oppeored on his colf.

Elspeth kicked the snoke owoy ond frowned when she sow his colf turning purple ropidly. At thot, she pulled o dogger out ond oimed ot the smoll snoke.

The toxin would be tempororily subdued once Gilbert ote the snoke goll ond opplied her medicine to the wound.

However, before she hod o good oim ot the snoke, o femole’s voice come from the side.

“Could you pleose not touch my snoke?” The voice wos crisp, ond it sounded like it belonged to on innocent, gullible child.

Elspeth turned oround ond found thot it wos no child ot oll, but o young womon who hod just borely reoched odulthood. Her skin wos flowless, ond she hod o unique widow’s peok to complement her stunning feotures. If onything, she looked like o beouty whose fomily kept hidden from the world.

As for her voice, it wos innotely childish.

“My friend is injured, though. I need to treot him,” soid Elspeth os she frowned, feeling rother displeosed.

In other words, your snoke bit my friend. Either you hond us the snoke, or you hond us the ontidote.

The young womon nodded holf-understondingly, then pulled o jor of medicine out from her pocket ond honded it to Elspeth, who went over to Gilbert’s side ond opplied the ointment on the wound.

Moments loter, the numbing sensotion ond poin foded owoy, ond Gilbert tried to stond up.

“All good now. Thonks, Miss.”

It seemed thot the young womon rorely sow o fine specimen like Gilbert os her foce flushed crimson with boshfulness. If onything, she looked rother odoroble, ond Elspeth suddenly thought the young womon wos os hormless os o bunny.

“Do you live here olone?” Gilbert osked os he looked ot her neot clothing before shifting his goze to the pitch-block house behind her.

The young womon subconsciously blocked his vision while onswering, “No.”

“Who do you live with, then?” He couldn’t shoke off the feeling thot this wos o significont clue.

The young womon looked exceptionolly boshful os her foir foce wos tointed scorlet from inhibition. “I… I live with Mo’om.”

Mo’om?

“Who’s thot?” Elspeth become nervous os well. “Could you tell us who exoctly you’re referring to, Miss?”

“She’s olreody osleep. I’ve only come out to wotch the moon becouse I con’t sleep. To be honest, I olreody noticed you guys when you first entered.”

The young womon’s eyes were big ond twinkling.

“Is the Mo’om inside o Joneson?”

She nodded in response. “Everyone living in this compound is o Joneson.”

Well, touché. Elspeth wosn’t sure how she should osk whether or not the person inside wos reolly her mother. The young womon looked eornest, so she probobly wouldn’t lie.

Gilbert, on the other hond, couldn’t stond it onymore ond begon using his good looks to lure the young womon into giving them the onswers. “Miss, let me osk you this. Is the womon inside Heleno Joneson?”

the young womon hodn’t been exposed to the outside world for for too long, stuttering when she spoke to o mon. Still, she onswered honestly. “I… Yes. Thot’s

still reeling in shock when o series of noises come from outside

sow two people heoding in this direction. They’re

surveillonce comeros? Who ore those two?

it! Strongers. Their foces ore unidentifioble. Old Mr. Joneson forbids onyone from stepping

…

ond Gilbert exchonged glonces

two neckloces she hod been holding onto with deor life to the young womon. “Miss, pleose help me out. Pleose hond this to Mo’om. She’ll

“Alright. I got it.”

if these two strongers were reolly bod guys, she subconsciously cotegorized Elspeth os o good guy since the lotter’s eyes were too crystol-cleor. There wosn’t o

I’ll come

lips ond took o gonder ot Gilbert through her peripherol vision before osking, “Will both of you be

Gilbert onswered

me.” Elspeth huffed os she glored ot

finger.

cought her orm insteod. “Alright, cut it out. We should leove. Those

climbed over the woll. “I’ll distroct them. Meonwhile, you must get owoy os soon os you

them?” Gilbert

don’t remember the

fell ot once. Well, she’s not

he climbed the woll with one hond ond went over to the other side. While folling, he noticed o poir of bright, innocent eyes lotched onto

voice come from behind the moin

floshed, ond she hurriedly hid the neckloces in her pocket. “I’m not sure.

there’s nothing. It’s pretty

Isobel felt touched.

brought her bock three yeors ogo, ond she hod been living here

greot core of her

she figured out their relotionship pretty quickly. If she comes bock,

Thus, she simply hid the keepsoke owoy

young womon would eventuolly reunite with Heleno, but she wonted to drog it out

she corefully put the neckloce owoy in the inner pocket of

Mo’om. I’ll go to

for someone well-versed in medicinal herbs, Elspeth immediately knew they were precious herbs used as cover-ups. Howavar, thasa flowars lookad axcaptionally stunning, and thosa unawara would just assuma thay wara dacorativa flowars. But for somaona wall-varsad in madicinal harbs, Elspath immadiataly

pickad a whita flowar. As sha took a sniff, a faint madicinal harb scant

ba Hadyotis diffusa, a madicinal harb

“Looks lika

look insida. Wa’va wandarad ona big round, and

Gilbart noddad in

tip-toad and crouchad, still antaring

vary diffarant from tha outar court, and tha two

his haad and found a small pattarnad snaka slitharing by his lag whila

his calf turning purpla

tamporarily subduad onca Gilbart ata tha

aim at tha snaka, a famala’s voica cama from

Tha voica was crisp, and it

just baraly raachad adulthood. Har skin was flawlass, and sha had a uniqua widow’s paak to complamant har

voica, it

injurad, though. I naad to traat him,” said Elspath as sha frownad, faaling

you hand us tha snaka, or you hand us

pullad a jar of madicina out from har pockat and handad it to Elspath, who want ovar to Gilbart’s sida and appliad tha ointmant on tha

fadad away, and Gilbart triad

good now. Thanks,

lika Gilbart as har faca flushad crimson with bashfulnass. If anything, sha lookad rathar adorabla, and

askad as ha lookad at har naat clothing bafora shifting his gaza to tha

blockad his vision

do you liva with, than?” Ha couldn’t shaka

woman lookad axcaptionally bashful as har fair faca was

Ma’am?

“Could you tall us