Filed to story: Sweetheart Do You Still Love Me
Nicholas frowned as a rage of fire burned inside him.
“That’s not it. Dad was diagnosed with a terminal illness without a cure. Mom sold the jewelry she loved to buy expensive medications for him, but Dad insisted on not dragging her down with him and chased her away. He still loved her and anticipated her return every day. Dad had always been a prideful person, yet he was willing to become an ordinary carpenter in a small town. It’s a pity that he fell ill and had no choice but to make my mom leave him so that she could have a better life.”
Her explanation shocked Nicholas.
“Why didn’t he let your mom bring you with her?”
While shaking her head, Elspeth replied,
“I don’t know either, but I guess Dad believed he could still take care ??of me despite his illness. Maybe he was afraid I might drag Mom down and hinder her from finding a better husband.”
After hearing the full story, he sighed in resignation.
“He was a good husband, but not a good father
She denied.
“He was a good father, but he loved my mom even more. He tried his best to give everyone the best ending they’could have.”
Besides him, that is. Not only was he seriously ill, but he also lost his hobby and the love of his life. When he passed away, even his daughter wasn’t by his side.
“Though your mom has a childish temper, she’s an excellent woman. I don’t think she’s missing but merely left. Nicholas sighed again.
“But she was unwilling to return to the Joneson Family for some reason. Probably because she was afraid that we might force her to marry someone else.”
Since Elspeth did not know the whole story, she did not dare to make any comments about it.
“Alright, then. Let’s leave it for now.”
He looked at her and smiled kindly.
“Dad still doesn’t know that his only granddaughter has grown up into such a pretty woman. Why don’t you come home with us and learn your roots on the way?”
Hearing that, she felt her heart sink.
“It’s not the right time to do that yet. I still have something to attend to. . How about I visit Old Mr. Joneson when I’m free?”
“Although I know I shouldn’t make things difficult for you, to tell you the truth, my dad hasn’t had a good sleep because of Helena, so I’m sure he will be happy to see you.”
She took a deep breath.
“I’ll head over to Blaydal in a few days to visit Old Mr. Joneson. How about that?”
“Sure, that works too.”
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Elspeth left the room.
It suddenly began to rain, so Blake hurriedly shielded Lola while running back inside. When Elspeth saw the two in their soaked state, she could not help but laugh.
“You two are so playful. You too, Blake. You’re just like a child.”
His eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled.
“I wasn’t being playful. This kid insists that I make her twenty- two garlands, saying that she wants to give them to her twenty-two classmates.”
“It’s good that you know to share.”
Elspeth caressed Lola’s head.
“Alright, Lola. Head upstairs to take a shower and change your clothes. Or else, you might catch a cold.”
“Okie.”
She nodded.
“You should take a shower too, but you don’t have a change of clothes…”
Elspeth scanned Blake’s tall, sturdy figure and frowned.
“I don’t have any clothes you can wear in my car either. W
are we gonna do?”
It was not sensible to head out and buy clothes now due to the heavy rain.
When Nicholas noticed the situation, he took out a set of clothes from his wardrobe.
“If there’s no other option, you can wear mine instead. We are similar in height, and you’re slimmer than me. It’s not perfect, but it’ll make do.”
Since he had rather good taste in fashion, Blake did not complain too much and brought the clothes into the bathroom.
The rain did not show any signs of stopping even after he finished his bath.
Seeing that it was almost nighttime, Elspeth was worried that they might not be able to return home.
“It’s fine. There are plenty of guest rooms upstairs. If you don’t mind, you can stay the night. We have everything you need.”
Anya took out a blanket.
“You two can stay in these two rooms. There’s nothing to be shy about.”
After glancing at the roaring storm outside, Elspeth could only agree.
That night, the storm gradually died down, but she could not fall asleep because of her conversation with Nicholas that afternoon.
She could not believe that she was the only granddaughter of the Jonesons. I have always thought I was just an someone I don’t like too? But besides Mr. Joneson, I haven’t met anyone from the family, nor do I know their character. To be honest, I don’t feel anything for the Jonesons, which is why I don’t want to go.
While she thought of that, she gradually felt tired and dozed off while having those complicated emotions remaining inside of her.
The following day, Elspeth woke up bright and early but found Anya preparing breakfast already.
Since they were heading back to Blaydal today, they had to start packing early.
After breakfast, Elspeth decided to leave early with Blake because she did not want to bump into anyone from the Joneson Family. However, Nicholas called out to her.
“Elspeth, the one coming to drive us is my nephew. Would you like to meet him?”
She knew what he meant. He wanted her to meet her cousin so that they could get to know each other.
“I don’t think that’s necessary. After all, we don’t know each other.”
She did not wish to meet strangers under such circumstances, so she instinctively rejected him.
Meanwhile, Blake remembered Lola mentioning that she wanted to introduce other men to Elspeth last night and hurriedly helped her refuse the offer.
“I don’t think there’s a need for that either. We’re starting work today and still have some things we need to attend to. So, we’ll be taking our leave now.”
Having no other choice, Nicholas and Anya could only agree. Yet, just as the two exited the door, they heard the sound of a car driving in.
Oh, no. I have a bad feeling, Elspeth thought.
Just like what she imagined, there was a discontinued Porsche parked outside. Then, a man with extraordinarily handsome features descended the car.
He looked remarkably attractive because he and Blake had similar almond-shaped eyes, but the difference between them was that the man had a mole at the corner of his eye and had longer hair. Also, his lips were thinner than Blake’s, making him look like the charming handsome princes that lived magnificent lives in novels.
If Blake seemed wicked, then that man was seductively handsome.
It seemed like the Jonesons had great genes because they were able to produce a man that was more stunning than a celebrity.
Uncle Nicholas, Aunt Anya, are you done packing?”
