Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel 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."

Mrs. Watkins: "??? What do you mean? You're not planning to take responsibility?"

Everard winced, "It's just that she's not quite ready for me to do so."

His identity as the founder of Fortuna Group had already been a lot for Lorna and Sanderson to take in. If his parents actually showed up, wouldn't that scare them even more?

Besides, she hasn’t warmed up to me yet!

There was a pause on the line before Mrs. Watkins burst into laughter, "Ah, I see! You haven't won her over yet, have you?"

"........."

"Ha, you've always been top-notch, but with that perpetual undertaker's face, who would fall for you? If I were her, I'd keep my distance too!"

"........."

Is this what maternal support sounds like?

Everard finally spoke, "Hanging up now."

Just before ending the 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 show?"

Cordelia: "........."

No wonder Everard had said their Thanksgiving plans were still up in the air.