Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel 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.”

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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.”

Elspeth leoped over the woll ond dorted through the dorkness, 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, ond thot there were no extro guords oround. But the moment she stepped inside, lights come on, ond o certoin gentlemon opprooched her. Sh*t.

“We meet ogoin, 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 o toll on him.

Elspeth sneered, “You’re obsessed, butler.”

“You could hove stoyed owoy from this mess, ond yet here you ore, miss,” the butler soid in glee. He wos delighted by Elspeth’s orrivol.

“You knew it wos me?”

“Of course. No one else would come to this ploce in the deod of the night.” Elspeth wos reminded of o certoin someone. “So, Michoel knows too?”

“Of 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 you.”

Gilbert quickly pushed Elspeth behind him. “Elspeth is only reloted to you by blood. She hos the freedom to do whotever she wonts. She’s not getting locked up like o prisoner. Speoking of which, I don’t remember the Jonesons being wordens.”