No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 794

The door was slightly ajar, and Fanny and I could see the father and son sitting inside.

Each had claimed their own armchair, facing each other. One was gray-haired, the other young and handsome. With such an age difference, anyone who didn’t know them might have thought they were grandfather and grandson, rather than father and son.

Fanny had told me that Sinclair was adopted. She wondered why the old man had chosen to adopt Sinclair as his son when he could have easily considered him a grandson.

"Sinclair," the old man began, "at your age, it’s one thing not to get married, but not even having a girlfriend? Do you know what people are saying about you?"

The old man was surprisingly modern, even using phrases like "what people are saying."

Sinclair didn’t respond, just sat there, the light from above casting shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting his deep-set eyes and strong brow.

"They’re saying you like men!"

The old man shook his head. "These kinds of rumors go against the values of the Perez family. We can’t have that kind of talk ruining our reputation."

Sinclair remained calm, unaffected by the accusation. "People can say what they want. It’s their business, not ours."

"You might not care, but I do. I don’t care what you’re thinking. Either you bring someone home, or I’ll find someone for you. Even if you don’t get married, at least have someone by your side so people know that you, Sinclair, are... well, functioning properly."

Fanny and I exchanged a pinch to stifle our laughter. The old man was nothing if not direct.

They say men are sensitive about such things, but Sinclair seemed unfazed. "I don’t need to prove anything to anyone. As long as my future wife knows, that’s all that matters."

"Forget the future. You need to find someone now," the old man insisted, glancing towards the door.

Fanny and I weren’t quick enough to escape, and the old man caught us eavesdropping. He didn’t call us in immediately, instead telling Sinclair, "I’ve already asked Fanny to scout out a suitable girl from tonight’s gathering. You better behave."

That was a clear directive.

For the first time, Sinclair showed a hint of emotion, his brow furrowing slightly. "You sent her to do what?"

Fanny and I were speechless.

Being caught eavesdropping, and now asked to take sides? What were we supposed to say?

"Sinclair, Fanny’s even younger than you, and she’s got a boyfriend. Look at you, still a bachelor. Aren’t you embarrassed?" The old man’s words put Fanny in an awkward spot.

It was his birthday today, and she couldn’t exactly mention that she and Yates had broken up, especially since the old man was quite fond of Yates.

And with it being his birthday, she didn’t want to dampen the mood.

Fanny nudged me, signaling for me to step in.

Having promised to help before we arrived, I cleared my throat and said, "Grandpa, you can’t force these things. Just because someone’s older doesn’t mean they have to be in a relationship. It’s illegal to marry under eighteen, but there’s no law saying you have to marry by thirty. If the law doesn’t concern itself with this, maybe you shouldn’t either."