Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 290

“Leaving so soon?”As if. “I don’t know this place, I have no money, and I lost my ID. I can’t leave even if I want to.”Elias rubbed his chin again. “True. You lost all your stuff in the sea.”You really don’t have to remind me of that.“Why don’t you come to my place, then? Dad’s there.” Okay, this is an opportunity. “He has been dying to see you, but you didn’t have time. This is the perfect chance to see him.”Elias smiled brightly, but Elspeth felt a shudder down her spine for some reason. Yet she had no other place to go, so she agreed to the invitation.He made a call, and half an hour later, a Lincoln limousine came to pick them up. Elspeth’s lips twitched. “This is overkill.”He ignored her comment, approached the limousine, and then got in the car. “Get in. Don’t just stand there.”Elspeth followed him. The first thing she saw in the car was a small table filled with all kinds of wine glasses. Elias didn’t seem to be interested in the alcohol. He looked at Elspeth and got what she was thinking, so he answered, “It’s my dad’s. I don’t drink.”She nodded. “Mr. Irving’s hobbies are… peculiar.” First a house made of gold, and now wine glasses of all shapes and colors.He leaned on the seat and frowned. Peculiar? She’s probably kidding. “I thought you’re his goddaughter. Why the formal address?”“I’m not his goddaughter. That was an accident. I didn’t mean it.”Elias shrugged. “If my dad knows you didn’t mean what you said, he’s going to cry.”He’s going to cry? Why? Just then, the limousine came to a stop before a villa.“We’re here. Let’s go.” Elias got out of the car and opened the door for Elspeth.Resplendent. Irving really does love his pretty decor.Elias led Elspeth to the villa’s front door, but before he could open the door, someone flung it open, revealing a familiar face behind it. “Elspeth. You’re finally here. So, tell me, what brings you to my humble abode.”Wait. I didn’t come here because I wanted to. Elspeth noticed Elias trying to chuckle. Alright, you explain. “Elias, tell Mr. Irving what really