“But…”
That sentence was about to roll off Zennie’s tongue, but she could not do it. She could only gulp.
Other than her brother explaining it to Cordelia personally, others were not able to intervene.
“Alright.” Cordelia smiled and pinched Zennie’s nose lightly. “What’s gotten into you today? Is it because you haven’t gotten any cookies?”
Zennie forced a smile and got the cookies out of the oven with her.
The wind chime rang at the door each time customers patronized the café.
Cordelia began another busy day. This day was like every other day—sunlight filled the porch while the interior wafted with the aroma of coffee. Patrons chatted and took photos here, leaving good reviews before they left.
It was close to the start of fall now, but the irises were blooming prettily.
Cordelia was filled with happiness. As Zennie watched her smile in contentment, she hoped she could stay this blissful.
…
Zephyr drove along the river very slowly and rarely made a bump.
The passenger seat belonged to Cordelia, so no one was allowed on it. Hence, the two men in the backseat looked hopeless as they stared at the back of Zephyr’s head like they had seen a ghost and sighed occasionally.
He was so careful with this car, costing less than $15,000, and treated it like a gem while he pushed down on the pedal of those million-dollar luxury sports cars in the past, not at all pained when they were wrecked and treating them like trash.
They were all cars, but they had different destinies…
Josiah yawned. “Z, I’m going to fall asleep if you keep driving at this speed!”
Zephyr’s face fell and was reflected through the rearview mirror as he slowly stopped the car by the curb.
“Get off to sleep if you want to. You drool when you sleep. Don’t stain the car!”
Josiah perked up and straightened up instantly.
Frederic started with a chuckle, “Uh, Z, can I have a sip of water?”
“What if you spill it?” Zephyr glared at him.
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