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

at her with a gentle

snuggled against him like a

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

smiled. “Fatherly love actually also comes

him. “So, you think my so-called birth father loves me

had no answer for

that Rowan had done. The old geezer’s love and concern for Cordelia could

thought that someone like that must not be forgiven easily too. However, he thought Rowan was rather

old geezer was, his feelings for Xyla remained the same. Just for this, Zephyr wanted to say

maybe your father really had a reason he couldn’t help. Sometimes, men have a

kids, have troubled him?” Cordelia’s gaze was dim. “We and whatever’s on the other side of the scale are both his pains.

“Cordelia—”

him. “What’s so difficult that he had to make a

Zephyr was silent.

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