Mrs. Sheridan was getting on in years, but her eyes were still sharp.
Her grandson had just walked through the door and immediately pressed the young woman against it, kissing her so passionately that it made an old woman like her embarrassed just to watch.
He was at an age of powerful passions, and just a moment ago, she had been wondering why her grandson hadn't found himself a woman yet.
It turned out he already had one in secret.
Mrs. Sheridan's eyes were sharp, and she spotted Georgia Thorne hiding behind her grandson in an instant. Her thin, reedy voice trembled as she said, "Stop hiding. This old lady has seen it all—what I was supposed to see and what I wasn't!"
It was the first time she'd seen youngsters kissing, and it had truly made her old face flush.
Hiding behind the man, Georgia Thorne subconsciously tightened her grip on his shirt.
Elliot Sheridan smiled. "Grandma, what brings you here in person today?"
