Helpless, Cordelia could only wrap her arms around his neck and kiss his lips deeply.
Although Zephyr was not quite satisfied, he let her go with a smile.
“You don’t have to make breakfast,” Cordelia said softly. “Aunt Helen’s probably grocery shopping at this hour and will be back soon! She’s speedy and will be done preparing breakfast in a while.
“Right, she said to finish this soup first before breakfast!”
Cordelia stretched her hand for the bowl of soup as she spoke.
A thought flashed in Zephyr’s mind, and he abruptly placed the soup on the side.
It stunned Cordelia, and she stared at him. “You… What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing.” He recovered. “The soup’s gone cold. Don’t drink it.”
“Hasn’t Aunt Helen been keeping it warm?”
Zephyr said after a pause, “Cordelia, stop drinking these for the time being. And Aunt Helen’s a little aged. It’s too tiring for her to take care of the house chores and to cook.”
Cordelia blinked. The man’s sternness confused her.
“If you want to eat at home, I’ll get the hotel to deliver the meals.”
Cordelia wanted to ask him about it but could not get anything out.
Zephyr asked her to get changed and took her to Splendor Dynasty for breakfast. He knew that he might be too paranoid. What could it imply just because the tabby cat refused to drink the soup? Helen’s loyalty to Cordelia and devotion to the two of them were evident.
He did not want to assume the worst… but he would rather wrongly blame a whole lot than miss one out!
“Zephyr, what’s the matter?”
He looked up to see Cordelia staring at him.
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