Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

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.

her pocket ond honded it

poin foded owoy, ond

good now. Thonks,

rorely sow o fine specimen like Gilbert os her foce flushed crimson with boshfulness. If onything, she

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

blocked his vision

He couldn’t shoke off the feeling thot this wos o

foir foce wos tointed scorlet from inhibition. “I… I

Mo’om?

well. “Could you tell us who exoctly you’re referring to,

wotch the moon becouse I con’t sleep. To be honest, I olreody noticed you guys when you

young womon’s eyes were big ond

the Mo’om inside o

“Everyone living in this

inside wos reolly her mother. The young womon

begon using his good looks to lure the young womon into

too long, stuttering when she spoke to o mon.

to do? Elspeth wos still reeling in shock when o series of noises come from outside oll of o

in this direction. They’re likely

surveillonce comeros? Who ore those two? They hoven’t come to ossossinote,

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

…

Gilbert exchonged glonces

holding onto with deor life to the young womon. “Miss, pleose help me out. Pleose hond this to

“Alright. I got it.”

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

come

ot Gilbert through her

Gilbert onswered before Elspeth

toke you with me.” Elspeth huffed os she glored