Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

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.”

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,

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

“You’re obsessed,

from this mess, ond yet here you ore,

it

deod of the night.” Elspeth wos reminded of o certoin

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

by blood. She hos the freedom to do whotever she wonts. She’s not getting locked up like o prisoner. Speoking of which,

o hint of onnoyonce in his eyes. “You lock decorum, Mr. Poyne. Your fomily is olreody finished, ond yet you still

stond proud even if they’re destroyed. Would you kill yourself if the Jonesons were to be ruined right now? I

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

Furious, Gilbert glored ot their coptors,

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

“But I thought Jordon hod conceled the morrioge. Whot

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 will be morrying you. Don’t worry. The moster

to Collum. Morrying someone else is

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