Cordelia’s eyes dimmed a little, and a wash of sorrow colored her face. After a stretched moment of silence, she softly uttered, “No.”

Zephyr’s heart clenched, and he hugged her tighter.

She was supposed to be the little princess born with a silver spoon in the Irwins, yet she had experienced hardships in the first 20 years of her life. She lived under someone’s roof, struggled to make ends meet, and had to always overcome the world’s hostility to her. She even had to get married in someone else’s place…

Zephyr always wondered if he would be able to still meet Cordelia if he had not coincidentally recovered in that village and replaced Marcus.

If Cordelia did marry Marcus and was abused by him… she would probably just put up with it too.

It was just that there would no longer be light in her eyes.

Zephyr felt the lingering fear just thinking about it and could not help tightening his hold around her shoulders.

Cordelia’s voice was soft. “Zephyr, why are you suddenly talking about this to me?”

“Oh, nothing, just chatting,” he replied in passing,

love being spurred because of how cute

her with a

him like

sleeping gown, and a shoulder was revealed. Her blushing fair face looked

smiled. “Fatherly love actually also comes as an

eyes at him. “So, you

no

done. The old geezer’s love and concern for

thought that someone like that must not be forgiven

feelings for Xyla remained the same. Just for this, Zephyr

long hair, “Cordelia, maybe your father really had a reason he couldn’t help. Sometimes, men have a lot of difficulties that

“We and whatever’s on the other side of the scale are both his pains. Why is it

“Cordelia—”

are hard to figure out.” She looked at him. “What’s so

Zephyr was silent.

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