Love's Perfect Match

Love’s Perfect Match Chapter 1

A piece of news bombarded today’s hottest news in Damoria. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The rich Winthrop Family had agreed to an engagement for their son many years ago and it turned out

that the woman had been raised in the countryside.

Most importantly, the Winthrops had five very handsome sons and they were going to let that

countrywoman pick one of them as her betrothed.

The public was shocked.

Soon enough, the media dug up the woman’s photo.

Inside the picture was a tanned and plump woman, who was stereotypically known as a country

bumpkin.

Therefore, the netizens all criticized her, saying she was not worthy of those Winthrop men.

In the meantime, three luxury cars pulled to a stop outside a simple, self-built home in a historical town

hundreds of miles outside of Damoria.

Then, five handsome men with exquisite facial features descended the car and the scene almost

looked like a feast for the eyes.

Right after they alighted from the car, the fifth brother, Max Winthrop, complained, “I think I’m about to

throw up.

What kind of place is this? It’s hot and dirty.” The fourth brother, Arthur Winthrop, said discontentedly,

“You’re right.

What was Dad thinking? How could he let a country bumpkin choose one of us as her fiancé and order

all of us to send her to Damoria personally?” All five of them had sullen expressions.

If their father, who suffered from high blood pressure, had not threatened them with stopping his

medications, they would not have even come here.

“Alright.

Knock on the door.” The one speaking was the oldest son, Callum Winthrop, but there was also a trace

of displeasure on his equally handsome face.

Walking forward, Max knocked on the door, which only opened a few minutes later.

As the ‘front man’, he was shocked at what he saw.

The woman before him had delicate facial features, fair skin, and wavy hair that was let down.

Though she was wearing a simple white T-shirt, she looked elegant.

“Hello… We’re looking for Elspeth Lynwood.

Is she here?” “That’s me.” Her almond-shaped eyes landed on the group before her as she casually

added, “Please wait a moment while I get my luggage.” After she turned around and left, the Winthrop

men were shocked.

“The f*ck? This girl is completely different from the girl in the picture Dad showed us!” The picture

which their father, Theodore Winthrop, had given them was a picture of Elspeth when she was in her

teens.

Naturally, they did not expect her appearance to change so drastically in only a few years.

“Do you like her, then? How about you do the honor as her fiancé?” The second son, Edmund

Winthrop, joked.

Turning around, Max retorted, “Of course not.

What’s the use of being pretty? She’s still a country bumpkin!” “Really? Don’t worry.

I won’t pick an immature kid like you either.” A woman’s cold voice sounded from behind him.

Disregarding the dirty look on his face, she then grabbed her luggage and entered one of the cars.