Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 290

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 happened.”Irving’s face fell. “Mr. Irving? Why, it’s only been days since I last saw you. Why the formality?” He then shot Elias a glare. “You’re a cheeky one. It’s because of you, isn’t it?”Elias rolled his eyes. “It’s not my fault, Dad.”“I bet it is. You must’ve done something to make her think I don’t like her!”Oh no. I don’t like the looks of this. I have to stop him from starting a lecture. “Alright, fine. It’s not his fault, Uncle Irving.”Delighted by the change of address, Irving let things slide, and he led them to the living room. All of them sat on the sofa and made small talk. Eventually, they told Irving about the earlier crisis, and he frowned. “What? You jumped into the sea, and the waves took you to the brat’s ship?”Elspeth nodded. “Yes. Arthur sent his henchmen after me. I had no choice but to jump ship. Literally.”I think I’ve heard of that Arthur kid, Irving thought. “The same Arthur who had a falling out with the Winthrops?”“The very same.”Irving spat. “That blasted ingrate. The Winthrops raised a fiend, I say. A fiend who’s