Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 305

Emma held back her sorrow. Tearfully, she said, “I’ll make you fall for me again!”

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