Cherished By Seven Sisters by Melvin Houle

Chapter 945 Cordelia And Her Insecurity

What the…

Emrys felt a flutter of unease stir within him. Were it not for his familiarity with Cordelia’s character, he might have mistaken her actions for a deliberate attempt at seduction.

Suppressing his discomfort, Emrys inquired, “Delia, can I help you?”

“Must there be a reason for me to come talk to you? When did we become so distant?” Cordelia’s tone carried a trace of hurt as she gracefully settled beside Emrys. Her presence enveloped him, accompanied by the subtle fragrance of her hair.

Emrys expression stiffened, his gaze i

upon Cordelia in astonishment.

She was normally aloof and composed, but today she seemed different–her facial expressions and the undertones of resentment in her voice rang with an unusual. pretentiousness. Something was definitely awry.

Conscious of the need to remain composed. Emrys fought to rein in his wandering thoughts. Delia must be setting yet another trap for me. She’s waiting for me to take the bait only for her to give my ear a twist as punishment. There’s no way I’d fall for that!

“Rys, as you know, I’ve always had feelings for you. It’s just that… there was a barrier in my heart before, something I couldn’t surmount. But now, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be yours in this lifetime. So, I offer myself to you today. Will you accept?”

Cordelia’s soft voice hung in the air, accompanied by a blush that painted her cheeks a delicate shade of pink. Her bashfulness was evident in the subtle tilt of her head and her downward gaze.

stood in stunned silence, his mind

on an act? Or is

anymore.

you? Do you

Delia? Why would such doubts even cross your mind?”

only deepened as he scrutinized Cordelia’s demeanor.

laid bare in a raw display. The authenticity of her feelings clashed

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945 Cordelia And Her

Why would I have

she had commanded respect and authority among her sisters.

challenge her authority, not

Lord would shrink into submission, resembling nothing more than a helpless little

I say something like

deep breath. “If you don’t think I’m not good enough for you, then why won’t you… Is it because I hold the least significance to you among all seven of

his head vehemently, explaining. “No, Delia, that’s not it at all… You understand the challenges I face with my cultivation. If my vital energy were to diminish without good reason, all my efforts would be for naught. How

was agitated and annoyed.

“Oh. I see.”

only intensified, casting a shadow over