Free Web NovelChapter 129: Chapter 125: You’ve Lost Your Mind
Mrs. Sheridan hadn’t considered Elliot’s deeper thoughts. She clicked her tongue. "What’s this, you’re trying to keep a mistress in a golden cage?"
"This girl looks far too young. If you take her out, people will think she’s your niece. Joanne is better; she’s a match for you in every way."
Miss Sheridan was very fond of Joanne Donovan. After all, she had watched her grow up and knew her background inside and out.
If she married Elliot, this old woman could rest easy.
Of course, it wasn’t that Georgia Thorne was a bad girl, just that she was too young. Standing next to her grandson, others would mistake them for an elder and a junior!
Mrs. Sheridan went on and on about Joanne Donovan’s virtues. Even if she was a little older, at least Joanne had studied abroad.
Elliot’s stance was firm. He pressed his lips together, remaining silent in the face of Mrs. Sheridan’s words.
Miss Sheridan had no intention of leaving and decided to stay for dinner.
She needed to get a good, close look at the girl who had stolen her grandson’s heart, so Miss Sheridan had Georgia Thorne cook the meal herself.
Since Mrs. Sheridan wasn’t leaving, Elliot couldn’t very well ask her to go.
Georgia changed into a clean set of clothes and stood timidly before Miss Sheridan. Mrs. Sheridan glanced at her. "Go cook. I want to see what your skills are like!" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
The part-time housekeeper had already put the groceries in the kitchen. Georgia closed the door.
She was so nervous that her hand trembled as she held the kitchen knife.
In the living room, Mrs. Sheridan was engrossed in a Beijing Opera performance on TV. The volume was loud, and she would hum a line or two whenever an exciting part came on.
Elliot sat languidly on a nearby sofa. His deep gaze seemed to be fixed on the television, watching the opera with Miss Sheridan.
In truth, his eyes bypassed the screen and settled on the kitchen where Georgia was.
He coughed twice, stood up, and strolled toward the kitchen with one hand in his pocket.
Miss Sheridan shot her grandson a glance and huffed before turning her attention back to the opera.
Georgia was busy chopping vegetables in the kitchen. She only knew how to make simple, common dishes and had no idea if the old woman would find them to her liking.
Her thoughts were a mess. The hand holding the knife paused. She heard the pot boiling over, the lid rattling as if about to be thrown off.
In a panic, she reached for the lid with her bare hand and was scalded by the steam, nearly dropping it.
She set the lid aside, took a ladle to stir the soup in the pot, and turned down the flame to let it simmer.
Just then, Elliot slid the door open and came in, finding Georgia in a complete fluster.
He stepped forward and took her small hand, which had nearly been burned.
Her skin was incredibly delicate, already showing a faint redness.
"This nervous just from seeing my grandmother?" His thumb slowly rubbed her small hand, a teasing smile playing on his lips.
Georgia took a deep breath, pulled her hand from his grasp, and turned back to the cutting board. She muttered softly, "She’s your grandmother!"
"My grandmother is only human. What are you afraid of? It’s not like she’s going to eat you."
His refined hand covered the back of hers as he took the knife from her grasp. He turned her by the shoulders to face him. "Besides, I’m here. She won’t dare do anything to you!"
Although Elliot wasn’t the eldest son of the Sheridan Family, he had been a particular favorite of the two family elders since he was a child.
Back when he was young, the elders would summon Elliot over for every holiday, and it was at the old family estate that he met Dylan Heston and his other friends.
Miss Sheridan, in particular, doted on her grandson, giving him almost anything he asked for.
Even this time, though Mrs. Sheridan was dissatisfied with Georgia, she hadn’t said anything rude to her face.
Mrs. Sheridan understood the situation. Georgia’s background was likely not one that could be shown off in public; otherwise, her grandson wouldn’t be hiding her away, keeping her existence a secret from Joanne Donovan.
But as long as her grandson liked this young girl, Georgia, that was enough.
Mrs. Sheridan squinted, watching Elliot as he entered the kitchen, and let out a soft huff.
’Looking at this Georgia girl,’ she thought, ’aside from being a little young and looking a bit tender, I don’t see how she’s any better than Joanne.’
Mrs. Sheridan mulled it over. ’It must be that this little vixen is something else in bed. That’s how she bewitched my grandson.’ freewebnøvel.coɱ
Inside the kitchen, Elliot was indeed about to be bewitched by Georgia.
Under the bright lights, the woman’s fair skin was all the more dazzling. He tilted her chin up and kissed her.
Georgia’s heart was truly in a panic right now; she desperately needed Elliot’s comforting reassurance.
Her dewy eyes shimmered with allure as Georgia gave him a gentle push. "Your grandmother is still out there!"
Elliot hummed in response, his large hand still lingering on Georgia’s cheek, reluctant to move away.
"My grandmother has always spoiled me. You’re my girlfriend; she won’t do anything to you."
Georgia couldn’t make anything fancy, just simple, home-cooked dishes.
But she had put her heart into every one, hoping Elliot’s grandmother would like them.
She placed the hot soup on the table. Mrs. Sheridan glanced at the spread, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat.
Georgia sat down next to Elliot, her hand trembling as she gripped her chopsticks, terrified that Miss Sheridan wouldn’t like the food.
Under the table, Elliot stroked her knee, his gentle gaze telling her everything was all right.
Mrs. Sheridan took a sip of soup and noticed her grandson making eyes at the girl. She set down her spoon. "Hm. Not bad."
Mrs. Sheridan had watched Elliot grow up, so she knew her grandson’s temperament like the back of her hand.
’That boy,’ she thought. ’He was never like his older brother, always so mature for his age.’
When he was in school, she had worried that with such a handsome face, Elliot would go around teasing all the little girls.
Who would have known that more than half the girls who liked Elliot would be scared off by his perpetually stern expression.
