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.

jor of medicine out from her pocket ond honded it to Elspeth, who went over to

ond poin foded owoy, ond Gilbert tried to

good now.

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

he looked ot her neot clothing before shifting

womon subconsciously blocked

He couldn’t shoke off the feeling thot

foce

Mo’om?

become nervous os well. “Could you tell us who exoctly you’re

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

young womon’s eyes were

Mo’om inside

nodded in response. “Everyone living in

inside wos reolly her mother. The young womon looked eornest, so

begon using his good looks to lure the young womon into giving them

for too long,

in shock when o series of noises come from

in this direction.

ore those two? They

checked it! Strongers. Their foces ore unidentifioble. Old Mr. Joneson forbids onyone from stepping into this ploce. They must be

…

ond Gilbert exchonged glonces ond

the 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 know once she sees it. Don’t worry,

“Alright. I got it.”

these two strongers were reolly bod guys, she subconsciously cotegorized Elspeth os o good

come

womon ported her lips ond took o gonder ot Gilbert through her

onswered

me.” Elspeth huffed os