Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 310

She must be lying! “Enough lies.” Arthur sneered. “I won’t fall for your tricks.”

Elspeth thought Arthur was acting weird. She saved him and he knew it was her, and yet he refused to

admit it. “Fine, have it your way.” Elspeth stretched her arms and snickered. “You’re not the same chubby

kid you were. You’re nothing but a dark, evil snake now.”

Incensed, Arthur barked, “There’s no way you’re that girl.” A part of him was screaming at him that

Elspeth was indeed that girl, but he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe the woman he had helped for

so many years wasn’t the same one who saved him all those years ago. Something in his heart broke.

“Wait. You think Emma was the one who saved you?”

Arthur’s face fell. “Enough.” Arthur shook his head and ran off into the distance so Elspeth couldn’t ask

him any more questions.

Elspeth saw him off, and she sighed. I shouldn’t have saved him. If I had known he would turn out to be

someone so evil, I would have cheered those bullies on. She looked in the direction he ran off to, and

then she returned to her courtyard.

…

The next few days, Elspeth spent the mornings at her mother’s place, talking about her condition. When

it was night, she would go through the escape plan with Harper. When she had free time, she would call

Gilbert and chat with him. Those were some leisurely times.

Then came the day of the wedding. Elspeth was unceremoniously woken up at five in the morning and

dragged out of her bed. Then it was time for makeup, which took a long time. After that, the servants

changed her into all-red attire. They would have gone for a more modern wedding, but Michael wanted to

go with their tradition, so they settled on a traditional wedding ceremony. Elspeth was donned with a

crimson cape and a golden crown, then her head was covered with a red veil.

She was escorted to the carriage and would be taken to the new courtyard the Dawsons bought in

Blaydal. Everyone thought it was a merry occasion; everyone but Elspeth.

Since there were people around her, Elspeth kept her voice low as she talked to her ring. “Where are

you?”

Gilbert was released a few minutes after the carriage had gone off. Now, he was outside the Joneson

Residence, rolling his wrist around. “Released. Once I rendezvous with Harper, we’ll bust you out.”

Elspeth rolled her eyes. The ornaments on her crown clanged against each other. “Tell Harper to keep

the fighting to a minimum. You saw the Joneson Family guards. They’re as powerful as we are.” If

Harper’s plan fails, I can never escape.

Gilbert nodded. This was serious, so he stopped his usual wisecracking. “We’ll bust you out safely.”

Elspeth cut off contact and lifted her veil to look outside.

The whole of Blaydal was witnessing the wedding of the century. It was the marriage between the

Jonesons and the Coles after all. The streets were packed with people celebrating the occasion.

Elspeth wondered if the escape would be successful. Michael must have his guards around, and Harper

would find it difficult to save her. Yet, she must try. She refused to marry Edmund just like that. The

carriage was moving stably, though slowly, as it was held up by humans. That should buy Harper a lot of

time.

Nearly an hour had gone by since then. Elspeth’s mind was in chaos, but then the carriage came to an

abrupt halt all of a sudden. Elspeth fell forward and bumped her head into the carriage. She clutched her

head and gasped in pain. Just when she was wondering what was going on, a familiar voice spoke.

“Hand her over!” Harper shouted.

Elspeth lifted her veil and opened the curtains to see what was going on outside. Harper was in full-black

attire, and he had a mask covering his face. Standing beside him was another man in black, though he

was taller. That man’s eyes were shining brightly. Obviously, it was Gilbert.

“Who are you people? This is the Jonesons’ wedding.” The man in charge wondered why these people

would challenge the Jonesons.

Harper didn’t answer. Instead, he said, “Get the woman in the carriage and ignore everyone else.”

The men in black quickly defeated the people in front. Just when they were about to snatch Elspeth, the

rest of the escorts whipped out some needles and speared the men in black. Harper frowned and told

the men to retreat, but it was too late. The moment the needle pricked them, the men in black started

howling.

“The needles are poisoned!” Gilbert noticed their men falling around them. We can’t win. “Retreat!” That

was not a decision he wanted to make, but he had to.

“We can’t!” Harper protested. “This is our only chance. If we can’t save her, then she’ll have to marry that

b*stard!”

Gilbert took a deep breath, and then he snapped, “If we don’t retreat, our comrades are going to die.

What’s more, the Jonesons’ men are on their way. If they get here, then all of us are going to die!”

Harper opened his mouth, but he had no idea what to say. Gilbert grabbed him by his collar and dragged

him away. “Trust her. She can get out of this. She’s Elspeth.” There was determination in Gilbert’s eyes.

Only then did Harper leave. Gilbert looked at the carriage one last time and saw Elspeth looking at him.

She was wearing a beautiful crown, and perfect makeup adorned her face. She was gorgeous, or she

would be if she weren’t rolling her eyes at him.

Once Harper and the gang were gone, Elspeth pulled the curtains down and tried to come up with Plan

B. That commotion didn’t affect the procession that much. Soon, the crowd jumped back into a

celebratory mood. They shouted and hollered in delight, but Elspeth balled her fists, tightening her grip

on the dagger she was holding. Guess I have to count on myself, then.