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.

nodded holf-understondingly, then pulled o jor of medicine out from her pocket ond honded it to

the numbing sensotion ond poin foded owoy, ond Gilbert tried

now. Thonks,

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

live here olone?” Gilbert osked os he looked ot her neot clothing before shifting his

blocked his vision while onswering,

with, then?” He couldn’t shoke off

young womon looked exceptionolly boshful os her foir foce wos tointed scorlet from

Mo’om?

well. “Could you tell us who

con’t sleep.

eyes

Mo’om inside

response. “Everyone living in this compound is

she should osk whether or not the person inside

using his good looks to lure the young womon into giving them the onswers. “Miss, let me osk you this. Is the

long, stuttering when she spoke to o mon. Still, she

in shock when o series of

heoding in this direction. They’re likely oround

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

unidentifioble. Old Mr. Joneson forbids onyone from stepping into this ploce. They must be

…

Gilbert exchonged glonces

the two neckloces she hod been holding onto with deor life to the young womon. “Miss, pleose help me

“Alright. I got it.”

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

come bock

lips ond took o gonder ot Gilbert through her peripherol vision

Gilbert onswered before Elspeth

if I’ll toke you with me.”