When Evie and Charlie entered the kitchen, they didn't expect to find Earl Jonathon and Countess Elizabeth whispering among themselves.
"Are we interrupting something?" Evie called out before allowing them to walk into the kitchen further.
Elizabeth was the first to respond, doing so with a welcoming smile. "Of course not. We were discussing you, Evelyn."
"Me? Why me?" Charlie wrapped a protective arm around his mate, just as curious to know as she was.
"What is your current occupation?" Elizabeth asked.
"Does a housewife and part-time mediator among the family count for occupation?" Evie joked as she walked over to the coffee maker.
"Those are the exact qualifications needed. A nurturer with the ability to spot and correct bullshit from youth."
"I don't understand. What exactly is it you want……
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