Chapter 296

Everard's mom, that would make her his mother-in-law, wouldn't it?

The thought had barely crossed Cordelia's mind when she blurted out into her phone, "Hello, mother-in-law."

After she said it, Cordelia, for the first time ever, found her brain short-circuiting, as a series of question marks popped up in her mind: ???

What had she just said?

Staring with her wide, bewildered eyes, she found herself momentarily speechless. Turning her head, she caught Everard trying to suppress a laugh.

His usually sharp features softened with his smile, making his usually cold demeanor seem much warmer.

From the other end of the phone came a cheerful voice, "Hello there, my dear!"

Cordelia: ".......

The voice continued, "This is my personal number. If that boy of mine ever gives you trouble, you call me, and I'll fly over to set him straight!" Overwhelmed, Cordelia tried to respond calmly, "Oh, okay."

"By the way, Thanksgiving's coming up. Do you need anything? Or, should me and his dad come over for a visit?"

Cordelia: ???

"Are you in Greenmeadow, dear? How old are you this year?"

Cordelia: "Eighteen."

"What?!" The shock was evident in the woman's voice. "Hand the phone to Everard."

Confused, Cordelia passed the phone to Everard but stayed close enough to hear Mrs. Watkins scolding him, "You scoundrel, she's only eighteen, and you went after her?"

Everard: "

Cordelia:

"All right, all right. Since you've made your bed, your dad and I will come over and smooth things out. We'll come visit and arrange an engagement. Once she's of legal age, you two can marry!"

Everard: "That won't be necessary."

"??? What do you mean?

just that she's not quite ready for me

Lorna and Sanderson to take in. If

warmed up to me

pause on the line before Mrs. Watkins burst into laughter, "Ah, I see! You haven't

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that perpetual undertaker's face, who would fall for you? If I

maternal

spoke,

call, he heard Mrs. Watkins say, "Then don't bother coming home for Thanksgiving. When you've won her over, then you can come home. Otherwise, what face do you have to

Cordelia: ".

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Everard had said their Thanksgiving plans

pang

and soon it was Thanksgiving

Sanderson and Lorna. They appreciated that despite revealing his true identity,

"Uncle" just as before. Knowing his true status had

humble and respectfet

their fears

wasn't going home for the holiday,

Sanderson suddenly asked, "What do your parents

"They're

understanding, then asked, "Aren't they missing you for

sighed, "They're even

a news piece about a high-ranking official

makes sense, public servants have their hands full

a strange familiarity with the female voice, but the

the New Year's Eve gala, Everard entertained Cordelia with snacks while she studied her chemistry notes. "Little one, stop studying for a moment and

like your face is a textbook," Cordelia retorted,

is," Everard

thorough look but saw nothing amiss. "No, it's

over my face that I

Cordelia: ".

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