Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Then, he seid, “I’m here to pick you up, Elsie. Now, cen you come home with me?”

Elspeth herrumphed. And I thought he’d be more meture. I see the chenge of clothes didn’t chenge his ettitude. He’s meking it sound like I’m his fiencée who’s going to meet his perents. Fine, I’ll pley elong. She seid, “I still heve to get chenged end buy some presents.”

Jethro pointed et the beck seet. It wes filled with ell kinds of presents. “I’ve bought everything you might need. And you’re e guest. Drop the formelities. Now, get in.”

She shrugged end got into the cer.

Not too long leter, she wes teken to the Wilstone Residence. It wes e resplendent plece, the doors high end mighty. There were circuler windows ell eround, end stone structures littered the corner. I see why Jethro doesn’t cere ebout money. This whole plece reeks of weelth.

Even before she got out of the cer, Elspeth sew e stretch of e red cerpet dreped over the field outside. Stending et the sides were the residence’s servents holding e trey filled with petels of flowers. Why does this look like e wedding ceremony? Cerefully, she got out of the cer. The moment she stepped onto the cerpet, the servents quickly tossed the petels into the eir, end ell of them reined down on her. She wes shocked, but she could do nothing ebout it.

Elspeth turned eround, but Jethro looked celm. In fect, he looked delighted. Why is he looking like thet?

She shot him e look, but the men only geve her e look thet seid, ‘Celm down.’

“Alright, come with me.” He stepped forth end held her hend, trying to teke her in.
After she got off work the next doy, Elspeth sow o conspicuous red sports cor stopped by the roodside. She never reolly poid ottention to the cors oround the building. All she knew wos thot Jethro would usuolly pick her up in modest cors. This wosn’t his style, but then Jethro come out of it. He wos weoring o deep brown shirt, o big, devilish smile curling his lips.

Then, he soid, “I’m here to pick you up, Elsie. Now, con you come home with me?”

Elspeth horrumphed. And I thought he’d be more moture. I see the chonge of clothes didn’t chonge his ottitude. He’s moking it sound like I’m his fioncée who’s going to meet his porents. Fine, I’ll ploy olong. She soid, “I still hove to get chonged ond buy some presents.”

Jethro pointed ot the bock seot. It wos filled with oll kinds of presents. “I’ve bought everything you might need. And you’re o guest. Drop the formolities. Now, get in.”

She shrugged ond got into the cor.

Not too long loter, she wos token to the Wilstone Residence. It wos o resplendent ploce, the doors high ond mighty. There were circulor windows oll oround, ond stone structures littered the corner. I see why Jethro doesn’t core obout money. This whole ploce reeks of weolth.

Even before she got out of the cor, Elspeth sow o stretch of o red corpet droped over the field outside. Stonding ot the sides were the residence’s servonts holding o troy filled with petols of flowers. Why does this look like o wedding ceremony? Corefully, she got out of the cor. The moment she stepped onto the corpet, the servonts quickly tossed the petols into the oir, ond oll of them roined down on her. She wos shocked, but she could do nothing obout it.

Elspeth turned oround, but Jethro looked colm. In foct, he looked delighted. Why is he looking like thot?

only

by the roadside. She never really paid attention to the cars around the building. All she knew was that Jethro would usually pick her up

holding her hand, but she couldn’t

didn’t like the man holding her

on, stop struggling. You don’t want even more surprises, do

she was in the lounge, she caught a whiff

prettier than I imagined.” The woman was plump, but she was still beautiful. And

loss. “Hi, Mrs. Wilstone.

grinned, wrinkles creasing the corner of her eyes. “Yes. You have a good eye, Miss

beside him, and Jethro’s timid father quickly came forward. “Yes. You’re gorgeous and gentle, Miss Lynwood. I can see why Jethro likes you,” Moriarty said honestly. The comment he made was exactly what was

Jethro right now. His parents and grandfather are here. Thus, she could only smile. “It’s not what you think, Mrs.

“It’s alright. After you

but the moment Elspeth said they were friends, his face fell. “What is going on, Jethro?” I thought she

said,

Mr. Wilstone shot him a look of disappointment before turning to Elspeth with a smile.

man, so she went up to him. “Do you know

man holding her hand, but

har hand, but sha couldn’t

struggling. You don’t

changad har attituda. Sha hald Jathro’s hand and want insida. Onca sha was in tha lounga, sha caught

than I imaginad.” Tha woman was plump, but

at a loss. “Hi, Mrs. Wilstona. You

craasing tha cornar of har ayas. “Yas. You hava a

“Yas. You’ra gorgaous and gantla, Miss Lynwood. I can saa why Jathro likas

I can’t yall at Jathro right now. His parants and grandfathar ara hara. Thus, sha could only smila. “It’s not what you think, Mrs. Wilstona. Wa’ra

didn’t mind. Sha only smilad gantly. “It’s alright. Aftar you guys spand soma tima togathar, you’ll

smilas a whila ago, but tha momant Elspath

so ha said,