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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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtZephyr 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,
”Is your fatherly love being spurred because of how cute the child today was?”
Zephyr looked at her with a gentle smile and stroked her hair.
Cordelia snuggled against him like a cat.
She had only worn a thin sleeping gown, and a shoulder was revealed. Her blushing fair face looked like a ripe
peach.
“Motherly love is a woman’s nature.” Zephyr smiled. “Fatherly love actually also comes as an instinct to a man.”
Cordelia widened her eyes at him. “So, you think my so-called birth father loves me too?”
Zephyr had no answer for that.
He recalled all that Rowan had done. The old geezer’s love and concern for Cordelia could never be feigned.
If he put himself in Cordelia’s perspective, he thought that someone like that must not be forgiven easily too.
However, he thought Rowan was rather pitiful from a man’s point of view.
No matter how bad the old geezer was, his feelings for Xyla remained the same. Just for this, Zephyr wanted to say
something for him.
He lowered his voice to say as he stroked her long hair, “Cordelia, maybe your father really had a reason he
couldn’t help. Sometimes, men have a lot of difficulties that are against their will. There’s no win-win in a lot of
things.”
“So, the three of us, mother and kids, have troubled him?” Cordelia’s gaze was dim. “We and whatever’s on the
other side of the scale are both his pains. Why is it us that he gave up on but not the other end?”
“Cordelia—”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You men are hard to figure out.” She looked at him. “What’s so difficult that he had to make a decision like this?”
Zephyr was silent.
Cordelia continued to ask, “You’re a man too… Will you choose the same as well when you ‘can’t help it’ one day?”
“Huh?” Zephyr was bewildered. How did he get himself involved as they spoke?
He looked up and realized his girl had already pried off his arms, glaring at him.
“No, Cordelia, I—”
“This is not something you’d talk to me about usually!” Cordelia’s voice shook a little. “What’s gotten into you
today? What do you want to tell me, probing like this?
“Are you trying to tell me not to blame you when you ‘can’t help it’ but abandon me in the future because you’ve
given me a heads-up!?”
Alarmed, Zephyr wanted to hug her, but she shoved him off.
Cordelia hopped off the bed, and while she kept the blanket and pillow, her mind did a simple and clear analysis—
the man had started talking to her about kids, fatherhood, and fatherly love once he got into bed. He then went on
about her birth father, who she had never met, and related it to some men’s difficulties that they could not help
and were being caught in…
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