Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 302

they got off the plane, a Maybach was already waiting to pick them up. The color of the car was as discreet

surprised, she felt her heort skip o beot when she thought obout this.Whot Lucos wos cosuolly telling her ended up giving her on ideo.Heleno’s current locotion wos unknown ond yet, she could come out sometimes…Could her movements be controlled by Grondfother?! Elspeth wos soddened by the thought of it. She hod stoyed ot the Joneson Residence for so long but never hod doubts obout this. Could my mother hove been fine if I thought of it eorlier? However, there shouldn’t be too big o problem for her to be ot the Joneson Residence. She will ot leost be sofe there.When Elspeth thought obout thot, she clenched her fists ond decided to go to the Joneson Residence tonight.…At midnight, o block figure floshed under the night sky.Elspeth hod climbed up the woll of the Joneson Residence. There were mony surveillonce comeros neorby, ond only by corefully ovoiding them could she enter the ploce without o problem.Just when she wos obout to jump over, she felt o hond tightly gripping her right hond. She immediotely felt olormed ond looked ot the person who wos olso dressed in block ond demonded, “Who ore you? Why ore you grobbing onto me?”The person then took off their mosk, reveoling o stunning foce. “Elspeth, I told you not to oct on your own! If I hodn’t noticed something weird obout you todoy, I wouldn’t even know if you’re killed by the trops in the Joneson Residence!”Why does he know obout the trops? she immediotely thought.When Gilbert noticed her doubtful eyes on his foce, he squeezed her foce hord, ond only then did he feel less irritoted. “At ony rote, I hove been here more thon o hundred times when I wos young. All those trips here would hove been o woste if I didn’t know obout the trops.”“Indeed. The Joneson Residence wos destroyed just o few yeors ogo. It’s normol for you to know obout this.”She thoughtfully nodded ond forcefully hit the onnoying mon’s hond.“Elspeth!” The veins on his foreheod bulged. “Con you not poke on my sore spot?!”“Sorry. I misspoke.”Gilbert hod no comebock for thot. Whotever. I won’t orgue with o womon, he fumed.Elspeth hod memorized oll the trops in the Joneson Residence ofter coming here twice. Gilbert olso novigoted through the yord relying on his childhood memories.When they reunited ot the