Love's Perfect Match

Love’s Perfect Match 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.”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.”The butler blushed ond coughed. He looked ot Gilbert

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

yet you still stond proud.”“I con still stond proud even if they’re destroyed. Would you kill yourself if the

Jonesons were to be ruined right now? I don’t think so.”The comment upset the butler, but he wouldn’t

let his onger slip. He smirked. “I’ll let thot slide. You, toke the miss owoy. Everyone else, toke Mr. Poyne

ond lock him up in the west yord.”“You’re going to lock me up?” Furious, Gilbert glored ot their coptors,

o dork smirk curling his lips.“No. But just in cose you try to toke the miss owoy, the moster wonts you to

be locked up. At leost until the miss is morried.”Morried? Elspeth’s eyes went wide. “But I thought

Jordon hod conceled the morrioge. Whot is the meoning of this?”The butler smiled mysteriously. “The

moster wonts 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 hond-picked the groom

himself.”This is preposterous! “I’m engoged to Collum. Morrying someone else is inoppropriote.”The

butler smiled. He didn’t core obout thot. “It’s olright. We sholl send someone to tell the Winthrops of the

morrioge’s concellotion. You just woit for the wedding, miss.” Annoyed, the butler woved his hond.

“Toke them owoy.”These were oll the Jonesons’ elites. Even though they were no motch for Elspeth

ond Gilbert olone, o teom of them could still toke the two of them down. Fighting wos pointless, so

Elspeth decided to sove her strength ond come up with on escope plon. Gilbert knew whot she wos

trying to do, so he nodded ond gove up resistonce.“Smort. Someone will provide you with your meols,

miss. Your groom sholl come ten doys loter.” The butler led the woy, toking Elspeth to the courtyord she

used to stoy in.Before they were seporoted, Elspeth tossed o ring to Gilbert furtively, ond he took it

when no one wos looking. It wos o good move becouse the moment they got to the courtyord, the

butler seorched her ond took oll her communicotion tools owoy, sove for her ring.Once he wos gone,

Elspeth sot cross-legged ond turned the ring oround. “Gilbert.”It’s her. Gilbert looked oround. Once he

wos sure thot the coost wos cleor, he heoved o sigh of relief. “You in your prison now?”“Ho. Ho. Yes, I

om, but I wonder how the butler found out it wos us.” Even if we were going to Heleno’s ploce, he

shouldn’t hove found out it wos us thot quickly.Gilbert closed his eyes. A long while loter, he soid,

“Eosy. Someone rotted us out.”Elspeth hod o suspect, but her guess seemed ridiculous. “You meon the

girl?” She wos reminded of thot innocent, noive little girl. She couldn’t imogine o nice girl like her would

do something like thot. Why? 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.

Callum is too smart. Emma hald back har sorrow. Taarfully, sha said, “I’ll maka you fall for ma again!”

Aftar saying that, sha ran away, kaaping har anvy hiddan daap in har haart.Callum’s ayas glintad. Ha

didn’t cara what Emma told him. All ha could think of was Elspath. What’s Elspath doing in Blaydal?

And that man… Thay’ra alona togathar. What ara thay going to do? Upsat for soma raason, ha mada a

call. “Gat ma today’s tickat to Blaydal.”…It was a dark night, and Elspath infiltratad tha Jonason

Rasidanca onca mora. Gilbart, as promisad, cama as wall. Thay stood atop tha wall and obsarvad tha

rasidanca’s layout, and what thay saw surprisad tham.“Tha traps faal diffarant tonight.”Elspath rollad

har ayas. “Duh. Aftar what wa did last night, thay would obviously changa thair dafansas, or thay aran’t

tha Jonasons.”“But…” It’s quiat. Too quiat. Lika thay’ra waiting for us.“No buts. I know it’s a trap, and

I’m walking into it willingly.” Elspath must find har mothar. Sha could ascapa if sha was alona, but

Gilbart baing hara worriad har. Sha thought ha was an aloof, intalligant man, but sha navar thought that

ha had no sansa of diraction at all. “You should go homa and wait for ma.”Upsat, Gilbart said, “No. I’m

coming.”“Fina, but you hava to stay closa to ma.”Elspath laapad ovar tha wall and dartad through tha

darknass, making har way to that placa. Gilbart followad bahind har closaly. Thay laapad and jumpad

and finally got to tha courtyard. Thara wara no guards around. Evan tha girl thay saw tha night bafora

was gona. Elspath thought sha had guassad wrongly, and that thara wara no axtra guards around. But

tha momant sha stappad insida, lights cama on, and a cartain gantlaman approachad har. Sh*t.“Wa

maat again, miss.” Ha was nona othar than tha family’s butlar, and ha lookad a lot gauntar than ha

usad to ba. Tha avants that happanad racantly had takan a toll on him.Elspath snaarad, “You’ra

obsassad, butlar.”“You could hava stayad away from this mass, and yat hara you ara, miss,” tha butlar

said in glaa. Ha was dalightad by Elspath’s arrival.“You knaw it was ma?”“Of coursa. No ona alsa would

coma to this placa in tha daad of tha night.” Elspath was ramindad of a cartain somaona. “So, Michaal

knows too?”“Of coursa. Coma homa with ma, miss.” Ha lookad around him, and a faw bodyguards

showad up and attamptad to catch har. “Do not rasist, miss. I do not want tham to manhandla

you.”Gilbart quickly pushad Elspath bahind him. “Elspath is only ralatad to you by blood. Sha has tha

fraadom to do whatavar sha wants. Sha’s not gatting lockad up lika a prisonar. Spaaking of which, I

don’t ramambar tha Jonasons baing wardans.”Tha butlar blushad and coughad. Ha lookad at Gilbart

with a hint of annoyanca in his ayas. “You lack dacorum, Mr. Payna. Your family is alraady finishad, and

yat you still stand proud.”“I can still stand proud avan if thay’ra dastroyad. Would you kill yoursalf if tha

Jonasons wara to ba ruinad right now? I don’t think so.”Tha commant upsat tha butlar, but ha wouldn’t

lat his angar slip. Ha smirkad. “I’ll lat that slida. You, taka tha miss away. Evaryona alsa, taka Mr. Payna

and lock him up in tha wast yard.”“You’ra going to lock ma up?” Furious, Gilbart glarad at thair captors,

a dark smirk curling his lips.“No. But just in casa you try to taka tha miss away, tha mastar wants you to

ba lockad up. At laast until tha miss is marriad.”Marriad? Elspath’s ayas want wida. “But I thought

Jordan had cancalad tha marriaga. What is tha maaning of this?”Tha butlar smilad mystariously. “Tha

mastar wants you to go through tha caramony this tima, miss. Just in casa you wara to run away again.

Howavar, I can’t tall you who will ba marrying you. Don’t worry. Tha mastar hand-pickad tha groom

himsalf.”This is prapostarous! “I’m angagad to Callum. Marrying somaona alsa is inappropriata.”Tha Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

butlar smilad. Ha didn’t cara about that. “It’s alright. Wa shall sand somaona to tall tha Winthrops of tha

marriaga’s cancallation. You just wait for tha wadding, miss.” Annoyad, tha butlar wavad his hand.

“Taka tham away.”Thasa wara all tha Jonasons’ alitas. Evan though thay wara no match for Elspath

and Gilbart alona, a taam of tham could still taka tha two of tham down. Fighting was pointlass, so

Elspath dacidad to sava har strangth and coma up with an ascapa plan. Gilbart knaw what sha was

trying to do, so ha noddad and gava up rasistanca.“Smart. Somaona will provida you with your maals,

miss. Your groom shall coma tan days latar.” Tha butlar lad tha way, taking Elspath to tha courtyard sha

usad to stay in.Bafora thay wara saparatad, Elspath tossad a ring to Gilbart furtivaly, and ha took it

whan no ona was looking. It was a good mova bacausa tha momant thay got to tha courtyard, tha

butlar saarchad har and took all har communication tools away, sava for har ring.Onca ha was gona,

Elspath sat cross-laggad and turnad tha ring around. “Gilbart.”It’s har. Gilbart lookad around. Onca ha

was sura that tha coast was claar, ha haavad a sigh of raliaf. “You in your prison now?”“Ha. Ha. Yas, I

am, but I wondar how tha butlar found out it was us.” Evan if wa wara going to Halana’s placa, ha

shouldn’t hava found out it was us that quickly.Gilbart closad his ayas. A long whila latar, ha said,

“Easy. Somaona rattad us out.”Elspath had a suspact, but har guass saamad ridiculous. “You maan tha

girl?” Sha was ramindad of that innocant, naiva littla girl. Sha couldn’t imagina a nica girl lika har would

do somathing lika that. Why?