Chapter 387
Chapter 387 To the Wilstone Residence
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.
Then, he said, "I'm here to pick you up, Elsie. Now, can you come home with me?"
Elspeth harrumphed. And I thought he'd be more mature. I see the change of clothes didn't change his
attitude. He's making it sound like I'm his fiancée who's going to meet his parents. Fine, I'll play along.
She said, "I still have to get changed and buy some presents."
Jethro pointed at the back seat. It was filled with all kinds of presents. "I've bought everything you might
need. And you're a guest. Drop the formalities. Now, get in."
She shrugged and got into the car.
Not too long later, she was taken to the Wilstone Residence. It was a resplendent place, the doors high
and mighty. There were circular windows all around, and stone structures littered the corner. I see why
Jethro doesn't care about money. This whole place reeks of wealth.
Even before she got out of the car, Elspeth saw a stretch of a red carpet draped over the field outside.
Standing at the sides were the residence's servants holding a tray filled with petals of flowers. Why
does this look like a wedding ceremony? Carefully, she got out of the car. The moment she stepped
onto the carpet, the servants quickly tossed the petals into the air, and all of them rained down on her.
She was shocked, but she could do nothing about it.
Elspeth turned around, but Jethro looked calm. In fact, he looked delighted. Why is he looking like that?
She shot him a look, but the man only gave her a look that said, 'Calm down.'
"Alright, come with me." He stepped forth and held her hand, trying to take her in.
Elspeth liked the old mon, so she went up to him. "Do you know me, sir?"
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."
Elspeth liked the old man, so she went up to him. "Do you know me, sir?"
Melancholily, Old Mr. Wilstone responded, "Of course. Your grandfather and I are friends. We used to
run a business together when we were young, and he promised he'd marry his grandkid to mine."
Melancholily, Old Mr. Wilstone responded, "Of course. Your grandfather and I are friends. We used to
run a business together when we were young, and he promised he'd marry his grandkid to mine."
Another one? First the Carrs, then the Coles, and now the Wilstones? How many friends do you have,
Grandfather? I'm just one woman.
"Oh, right. Are you married, Elspeth?"
"No," she answered honestly.
Old Mr. Wilstone's eyes shone, and he looked at Jethro. "Good. Good. Jethro's not engaged, either.
So, why don't you get hitched?"
Elspeth chuckled. "That's just a promise between you guys. It's not to be taken literally."
Old Mr. Wilstone was smart enough to get the refusal, but he really liked this girl. He wanted her to
marry Jethro. "Well, let's put the marriage talk aside. Why don't you stay for a bit? I'll make sure you get
the best treatment you can imagine."
Oh, he's trying to make me stay now. Elspeth was a little annoyed. Why does everyone want me to
marry their kid? Am I that popular?
She wasn't sure if Jethro was upset, but the air around him felt depressed.
"It's not every day Elspeth visits us. Take her around the house," said Old Mr. Wilstone. And make sure
you get closer to her.
Jethro nodded and looked at the woman. Despite what she said earlier, he couldn't stay tense with her.
Thus, he smiled. "Let's go. I'll show you around."
Elspeth was reluctant to be alone with him but staying in the lounge would make things even more
awkward. So, she nodded. "Sure."
With that, they left.
All of a sudden, Jessica said, "Oh, by the way, your cousin is here as well. Bring Elspeth to see her.
You guys should spend more time together."
His cousin? Elspeth gulped nervously but kept her smile on. I have a bad feeling about this.
Melancholily, Old Mr. Wilstone responded, "Of course. Your grandfather and I are friends. We used to
run a business together when we were young, and he promised he'd marry his grandkid to mine."