The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 407

After two tense months, Cordelia graduated.

In July, Cordelia wasted no time and made her way to Birchwood University.

As a recruited talent, Cordelia was treated like an associate professor, though her official title was still lecturer. She couldn’t independently supervise graduate students yet and was assigned under Dr. Young as a co-supervisor. She was tasked with teaching undergraduate and finance department graduate students in accounting.

The university provided Cordelia with an apartment, a neat and clean two-bedroom unit.

One day, after cleaning her apartment, Cordelia made a trip to the supermarket to buy necessary household items.

She had taken a taxi there, but during summer break, vehicles without a pass were not allowed to freely enter and exit the university campus. Left with no choice, Cordelia had to get off at the university entrance. She stood at the entrance, arms filled with bags of groceries.

Cordelia was a refreshing sight on this summer day. She wore a white blouse and a coffee-colored maxi skirt. Her waist-length hair flowed down her back like a waterfall. She was not wearing any glasses.

As she was about to put her groceries down and ask the security guard to keep an eye on them while she made multiple trips to transport them to her apartment, her hair slid off her shoulders. Under the sun, this scene was as beautiful as a painting.

A young man in the distance, mesmerized by the scene, wished he could capture this moment of beauty.

Cordelia stood up and said to the security guard, “I live in Unity Hall. It’s too much for me to carry in one go. Could you please watch over my bags while I move them?”

Before the security guard could respond, a voice from the side asked, “Excuse me?”

Cordelia turned her head and saw a vibrant, tall, and young man. He was on a mountain bike with a basketball in a net bag hanging from the handlebars. He was wearing blue basketball shorts, and his shirt was draped over his shoulders. His tanned skin was sweaty. He was youthful, masculine, and full of vitality.

The young man looked at Cordelia and said, “I’m a finance student. Need a hand?” He had just biked over and guessed that Cordelia was having trouble carrying all her groceries.

“Can you help?” Cordelia glanced at his bike.

“Yep, let’s go.” Saying this, the young man put the basketball in a netted bag and hung it on his handlebars. Then, he took as many of Cordelia’s bags as he could onto the back of his bike. Cordelia held onto two bags, and they began walking towards the campus.

“Which dorm are you headed to?” The young man asked Cordelia.

“Oh, Unity Hall.”

The young man looked surprised. “You have a relative living in Unity Hall?”

“No, me.”

“You?” The young man looked at Cordelia again. “Are you a new teaching assistant?”

Cordelia laughed and nodded. “Something like that. You’re quite the flatterer.”

“How did I flatter you?” The young man asked, looking at Cordelia.