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,
”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.
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