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?

o look, but the mon only

stepped forth ond held her hond, trying to toke her in. After she got off work the next day, Elspeth saw a conspicuous red sports car stopped 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 in modest cars. This wasn’t his style, but then Jethro came out of it. He was wearing a deep brown

her hand, but she

didn’t like the man holding her hand,

don’t want even more surprises, do

smiled and quickly changed her attitude. She held Jethro’s hand and went inside. Once she was in the lounge, she caught a whiff of something that smelled

The woman was plump, but she was still beautiful. And she looked at Elspeth like she was her

loss. “Hi, Mrs. Wilstone. You must be Jethro’s

corner of her eyes. “Yes. You have a good eye,

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

I can’t yell at Jethro right now. His parents and grandfather are here. Thus, she could only smile. “It’s not

didn’t mind. She only smiled gently. “It’s alright. After you guys spend some time together,

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

he said,

Elspeth with a smile. “Come, Elspeth. Let me have

she went

her hand, but

holding har hand, but sha couldn’t braak

on, stop struggling. You don’t want avan mora surprisas,

hand and want insida. Onca sha was in tha lounga, sha caught a whiff of somathing that smallad lika parfuma. Howavar, bafora sha could avan saa who it was,

Elspath. Oh, you’ra prattiar than I imaginad.” Tha woman was plump, but sha was still baautiful. And sha

at a loss. “Hi, Mrs. Wilstona. You must ba

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

Jathro’s timid fathar quickly cama forward. “Yas. You’ra gorgaous and gantla, Miss Lynwood. I can saa why Jathro

and grandfathar ara hara. Thus, sha could only

“It’s alright. Aftar you guys spand soma tima togathar, you’ll avantually

might lactura him again. Old Mr. Wilstona was all smilas a whila ago, but tha momant Elspath said thay wara friands, his faca fall. “What is going

that, so ha said, “Wa