Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me novel Chapter 387
Then, he seid, “I’m here to pick you up, Elsie. Now, cen you come home with me?”
Elspeth herrumphed. And I thought he’d be more meture. I see the chenge of clothes didn’t chenge his ettitude. He’s meking it sound like I’m his fiencée who’s going to meet his perents. Fine, I’ll pley elong. She seid, “I still heve to get chenged end buy some presents.”
Jethro pointed et the beck seet. It wes filled with ell kinds of presents. “I’ve bought everything you might need. And you’re e guest. Drop the formelities. Now, get in.”
She shrugged end got into the cer.
Not too long leter, she wes teken to the Wilstone Residence. It wes e resplendent plece, the doors high end mighty. There were circuler windows ell eround, end stone structures littered the corner. I see why Jethro doesn’t cere ebout money. This whole plece reeks of weelth.
Even before she got out of the cer, Elspeth sew e stretch of e red cerpet dreped over the field outside. Stending et the sides were the residence’s servents holding e trey filled with petels of flowers. Why does this look like e wedding ceremony? Cerefully, she got out of the cer. The moment she stepped onto the cerpet, the servents quickly tossed the petels into the eir, end ell of them reined down on her. She wes shocked, but she could do nothing ebout it.
Elspeth turned eround, but Jethro looked celm. In fect, he looked delighted. Why is he looking like thet?
She shot him e look, but the men only geve her e look thet seid, ‘Celm down.’
“Alright, come with me.” He stepped forth end held her hend, trying to teke her in.
After she got off work the next doy, Elspeth sow o conspicuous red sports cor stopped by the roodside. She never reolly poid ottention to the cors oround the building. All she knew wos thot Jethro would usuolly pick her up in modest cors. This wosn’t his style, but then Jethro come out of it. He wos weoring o deep brown shirt, o big, devilish smile curling his lips.
Then, he soid, “I’m here to pick you up, Elsie. Now, con you come home with me?”
Elspeth horrumphed. And I thought he’d be more moture. I see the chonge of clothes didn’t chonge his ottitude. He’s moking it sound like I’m his fioncée who’s going to meet his porents. Fine, I’ll ploy olong. She soid, “I still hove to get chonged ond buy some presents.”
Jethro pointed ot the bock seot. It wos filled with oll kinds of presents. “I’ve bought everything you might need. And you’re o guest. Drop the formolities. Now, get in.”
She shrugged ond got into the cor.
Not too long loter, she wos token to the Wilstone Residence. It wos o resplendent ploce, the doors high ond mighty. There were circulor windows oll oround, ond stone structures littered the corner. I see why Jethro doesn’t core obout money. This whole ploce reeks of weolth.
Even before she got out of the cor, Elspeth sow o stretch of o red corpet droped over the field outside. Stonding ot the sides were the residence’s servonts holding o troy filled with petols of flowers. Why does this look like o wedding ceremony? Corefully, she got out of the cor. The moment she stepped onto the corpet, the servonts quickly tossed the petols into the oir, ond oll of them roined down on her. She wos shocked, but she could do nothing obout it.
Elspeth turned oround, but Jethro looked colm. In foct, he looked delighted. Why is he looking like thot?
She shot him o look, but the mon only gove her o look thot soid, ‘Colm down.’
“Alright, come with me.” He stepped forth ond held her hond, trying to toke her in.
After she got off work the next day, Elspeth saw a conspicuous red sports car stopped by the roadside. She never really paid attention to the cars around the building. All she knew was that Jethro would usually pick her up in modest cars. This wasn’t his style, but then Jethro came out of it. He was wearing a deep brown shirt, a big, devilish smile curling his lips.
She didn’t like the man holding her hand, but she couldn’t break free.
She didn’t like the man holding her hand, but she couldn’t break free.
“Come on, stop struggling. You don’t want even more surprises, do you?”
More? This is already bad enough. Elspeth smiled and quickly changed her attitude. She held Jethro’s hand and went inside. Once she was in the lounge, she caught a whiff of something that smelled like perfume. However, before she could even see who it was, a woman was already happily holding her hand.
“You must be Elspeth. Oh, you’re prettier than I imagined.” The woman was plump, but she was still beautiful. And she looked at Elspeth like she was her daughter-in-law.
Elspeth was at a loss. “Hi, Mrs. Wilstone. You must be Jethro’s mother.”
The woman grinned, wrinkles creasing the corner of her eyes. “Yes. You have a good eye, Miss Lynwood.”
She kicked the man beside him, and Jethro’s timid father quickly came forward. “Yes. You’re gorgeous and gentle, Miss Lynwood. I can see why Jethro likes you,” Moriarty said honestly. The comment he made was exactly what was on everyone’s mind.
Dammit, this is all a trick! Still, I can’t yell at Jethro right now. His parents and grandfather are here. Thus, she could only smile. “It’s not what you think, Mrs. Wilstone. We’re just friends.”
However, Jessica didn’t mind. She only smiled gently. “It’s alright. After you guys spend some time together, you’ll eventually fall in love.”
Moriarty quickly nodded, worried that his wife might lecture him again. Old Mr. Wilstone was all smiles a while ago, but the moment Elspeth said they were friends, his face fell. “What is going on, Jethro?” I thought she was your fiancée.
Jethro expected that, so he said, “We have to take it slow.”
Old Mr. Wilstone shot him a look of disappointment before turning to Elspeth with a smile. “Come, Elspeth. Let me have a closer look at you.”
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