"Please, make yourself at home, Mr. Chase."
'Since Ronan brought him back, he must have his reasons.' Although she was a bit displeased with Rhys Chase, feeling he was exploiting Ronan's labor, Evelyn Ford didn't let it show. Instead, she graciously arranged a room for him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Kendrick. You're exactly as Ronan described—wise and brave, beautiful and talented, kind and generous."
Evelyn blinked. 'Is he talking about me?'
"You're also just as I imagined, Mr. Chase. Very young."
The two began exchanging compliments. The others looked back and forth at each other before they all turned in unison to look at Ronan Kendrick.
Ronan took Evelyn's hand and shot Rhys Chase a disdainful look. "Just put him in the guest room on the first floor. He's getting old; climbing stairs will be hard on him."
Evelyn stifled a laugh. "Got it."
Rhys Chase didn't get angry. Instead, he took out the various gifts he had brought and started handing them out.
