Winnie said calmly, “Whether it’s Maverick or Sonny, I don’t have any intentions toward either of them. Grandpa, please don’t overthink it.”
When it came to relationships, she was always rational.
“It’s late,” she added gently. “You should get some rest. Sonny is treating us to breakfast tomorrow morning and then taking us to Wildridge Manor.”
She hurried him toward bed before he could start analyzing which man was more suitable for her.
Ever since she turned twenty, whenever her grandfather saw a remotely outstanding young man, he would instinctively evaluate him—as if screening a future husband for her.
Chairman Francoeur sighed. “Grandpa is just worried about you. I hope I can see you with a good man before I die. That way, I can rest in peace.”
Winnie felt both helpless and touched. “Grandpa, I’ve told you so many times. I don’t want to get married, and I don’t want a live-in son-in-law either. As for children, I already promised you—I will have them. The Francoeur family line won’t end with me.”