“Hey, now. You’re not bad-looking at all, okay? You’re the type whose looks grow on the beholder; the more they look, the prettier you get. Plus, you look very healthy and pure.

“Gives off a very affable air. Maybe the eighth young master of the York family just likes your type.”

Sheila was speechless for a moment. “I seriously suspect you came back this time to urge me on Mom and Dad’s behalf to settle down as soon as possible.

“So, now that you see a guy coming to see me, you’re imagining h