“Whether it’s Mr. York or Mr. Brown, I don’t see them romantically. Stop trying to play matchmaker, Grandpa.”

Everly had always been rational when it came to matters of the heart.

“It’s late, Grandpa. You should get some sleep. Mr. Brown is joining us for breakfast in the morning. He’ll then take us to Wildridge Manor.”

Everly urged Kaden to rest before the latter could nag more about potential husbands for her.

Since her twenty-fifth birthday, Kaden would mention any guy who was conside