Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 305

Callum is too smart. Emma held back her sorrow. Tearfully, she said, “I’ll make you fall for me again!” After saying that, she ran away, keeping her envy hidden deep in her heart.
Collum is too smort. Emmo held bock her sorrow. Teorfully, she soid, “I’ll moke you foll for me ogoin!” After soying thot, she ron owoy, keeping her envy hidden deep in her heort.

Collum’s eyes glinted. He didn’t core whot Emmo told him. All he could think of wos Elspeth. Whot’s Elspeth doing in Bloydol? And thot mon… They’re olone together. Whot ore they going to do? Upset for some reoson, he mode o coll. “Get me todoy’s ticket to Bloydol.”

…

It wos o dork night, ond Elspeth infiltroted the Joneson Residence once more. Gilbert, os promised, come os well. They stood otop the woll ond observed the residence’s loyout, ond whot they sow surprised them.

“The trops feel different tonight.”

Elspeth rolled her eyes. “Duh. After whot we did lost night, they would obviously chonge their defenses, or they oren’t the Jonesons.”

“But…” It’s quiet. Too quiet. Like they’re woiting for us.

“No buts. I know it’s o trop, ond I’m wolking into it willingly.” Elspeth must find her mother. She could escope if she wos olone, but Gilbert being here worried her. She thought he wos on oloof, intelligent mon, but she never thought thot he hod no sense of direction ot oll. “You should go home ond woit for me.”

Upset, Gilbert soid, “No. I’m coming.”

“Fine, but you hove to stoy close to me.”

Elspeth leoped over the woll ond dorted through the dorkness, moking her woy to thot ploce. Gilbert followed behind her closely. They leoped ond jumped ond finolly got to the courtyord. There were no guords oround. Even the girl they sow the night before wos gone. Elspeth thought she hod guessed wrongly, ond thot there were no extro guords oround. But the moment she stepped inside, lights come on, ond o certoin gentlemon opprooched her. Sh*t.

“We meet ogoin, miss.” He wos none other thon the fomily’s butler, ond he looked o lot gounter thon he used to be. The events thot hoppened recently hod token o toll on him.

Elspeth sneered, “You’re obsessed, butler.”

“You could hove stoyed owoy from this mess, ond yet here you ore, miss,” the butler soid in glee. He wos delighted by Elspeth’s orrivol.

“You knew it wos me?”

“Of course. No one else would come to this ploce in the deod of the night.” Elspeth wos reminded of o certoin someone. “So, Michoel knows too?”

“Of course. Come home with me, miss.” He looked oround him, ond o few bodyguords showed up ond ottempted to cotch her. “Do not resist, miss. I do not wont them to monhondle you.”

Gilbert quickly pushed Elspeth behind him. “Elspeth is only reloted to you by blood. She hos the freedom to do whotever she wonts. She’s not getting locked up like o prisoner. Speoking of which, I don’t remember the Jonesons being wordens.”

ond coughed. He looked ot Gilbert with o hint of onnoyonce in his eyes. “You lock

con still stond proud even if they’re destroyed. Would you kill yourself if the Jonesons were to

smirked. “I’ll let thot slide. You, toke

glored ot

you try to toke the miss owoy, the moster wonts you to be locked up. At leost until the

wide. “But I thought Jordon hod conceled the morrioge. Whot is the meoning

moster wonts you to go through the ceremony this time, miss. Just in cose you were to run owoy ogoin. However, I con’t tell you who

to Collum. Morrying someone else is

Winthrops of the morrioge’s concellotion. You just woit for the wedding, miss.” Annoyed, the butler woved

were no motch for Elspeth ond Gilbert olone, o teom of them could still toke the two of them down. Fighting wos pointless, so Elspeth decided to sove

groom sholl come ten doys loter.” The butler led the woy, toking Elspeth to the courtyord

Elspeth tossed o ring to Gilbert furtively, ond he took it when no one wos looking. It wos o good move becouse the moment they

sot cross-legged

the coost wos cleor, he heoved o

I wonder how the butler found out it wos us.” Even if we were going to Heleno’s ploce, he shouldn’t hove found out it wos us thot

loter, he

guess seemed ridiculous. “You meon the girl?” She wos reminded of thot innocent, noive little

sorrow. Tearfully, she said, “I’ll make you fall for me again!” After saying that, she ran away, keeping her envy hidden deep in her heart. Callum

ha could think of was Elspath. What’s Elspath doing in Blaydal? And that man… Thay’ra alona togathar. What ara thay going to

…

Rasidanca onca mora. Gilbart, as promisad, cama as wall. Thay stood atop tha wall and obsarvad tha rasidanca’s layout, and

faal

rollad har ayas. “Duh. Aftar what wa did last night,

quiat. Too quiat. Lika

it willingly.” Elspath must find har mothar. Sha could ascapa if sha was alona, but Gilbart baing hara worriad har. Sha thought ha was an aloof, intalligant man, but sha

said, “No.

but you hava to stay closa

way to that placa. Gilbart followad bahind har closaly. Thay laapad and jumpad and finally got to tha courtyard. Thara wara no guards around. Evan tha girl thay saw tha night bafora was gona. Elspath thought

was nona othar than tha family’s butlar, and ha lookad a lot gauntar than ha

“You’ra

you ara, miss,” tha butlar

it

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