To be precise, she was the one who had come on to Elliot Sheridan.
After all, she had been the one constantly clinging to him back then. Otherwise, how could he possibly have taken an interest in her? He would have surely treated her like a niece, just like Selena.
Seeing her silence, Mrs. Sheridan grew even more convinced of her suspicions.
She rapped her cane forcefully on the floor and scolded Elliot Sheridan, "You! At your age, still coaxing a young girl into your bed. If word of this gets out, how am I supposed to show my face!"
Georgia Thorne's face burned with embarrassment. She lowered her head, her slender fingers nervously twisting the fabric over her knees.
'Elliot Sheridan's grandmother may be old, but she's certainly direct.'
Georgia Thorne truly couldn't stand it. Elliot Sheridan, however, sat beside her with his legs crossed lazily, looking completely unfazed.
It didn't matter who had pursued whom; he had gotten the result he wanted.
