The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 427

"I can get you there in three minutes if you ride with me, Cordelia. If you go alone, it might take you

twenty," Harold suggested to Cordelia.

Cordelia furrowed her brows, caught between annoyance and helplessness. "Let's go," she finally

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Seated on Harold's bicycle, Cordelia took in the verdant foliage of the college campus, the scent of

academia, and the masculine allure of Harold. Suddenly, she was transported back to her days at

Millstone College, riding behind Logan. Time had slipped away, and Logan was now gone.

Sure enough, they arrived at the college auditorium in under three minutes. As they reached the

entrance, Cordelia quickly hopped off the bicycle, just in time for her speech.

As she ascended the stage, she noticed the students murmuring amongst themselves. At first, she

didn't understand what’s happening. Then it hit her, they were talking about Harold. After all, he had

once painted a piece for her.

Cordelia glanced toward Harold's spot in the crowd. The noise from the students grew louder when

they saw her looking. A slight wave of commotion swept across the auditorium.

A faint blush appeared on Cordelia's cheeks.

Word of Harold's pursuit of Cordelia had spread due to the painting and Cordelia's complaint to the

Dean. The college leaders knew about it, and while Mr. Reese had scolded Harold, they enjoyed

discussing the matter behind their backs. After all, in this case, the woman in question was a teacher

five years older than the male student!

At that moment, the college leaders turned a blind eye.

Campus romances were unpredictable. Cordelia knew this all too well. Rumors could turn into reality

due to peer pressure. She was aware that if this continued, people like Petra, who loved to gossip,

would multiply. Everyone would be watching her and Harold, and she might eventually yield to their

demands. If she didn't date Harold, she would be letting down their “well-intentioned” peers.

However, Cordelia managed to calm herself and successfully finished her presentation. she thought

Harold might make a move after the meeting, but he left as soon as it ended.

Earlier during the meeting, Harold had been messaging Mr. Evans. Mr. Evans said Emerson had

returned to Millstone, while he and Callum were still in town.

[Has Callum taken a liking to Birchwood?] Harold asked.

[He's a bit under the weather.] Mr. Evans replied.

[I got him a small gift. I'll give it to him later.]

[Alright.]

When Harold arrived at Ronan’s grandfather's house, he noticed that Callum wasn't as lively as usual.

"Callum, I've brought you a gift. Do you like it?" Harold handed Callum a small bear plushie. It was

even more adorable in its mini size.

Although Callum wasn't feeling well, he thanked Harold.

"Mr. Evans, why don't you stay here in Birchwood? It's a great city to live in, and Callum likes it here.

My mom can take care of Callum. Plus, our college basketball tournament is starting in a few days.

Callum can come and watch. I'll get you guys tickets. Money can't buy those," Harold persuaded

Ronan.

"Really?" Callum's eyes lit up. He was quite interested in basketball.

"We'll see. What's with you? You seem in high spirits today." Ronan noticed Harold's good mood.

Ronan had a pretty good idea of what was going on in the young boy's head. Love was a powerful

thing, and it was likely the reason behind Harold's uplifted spirits.

"It's pretty good," Harold admitted, barely suppressing a grin.

"Do tell," Ronan prompted, casually flipping through a book.

"You're interested in this?" Harold's grin widened.

"I'm more interested in who you've got your eye on."

Harold didn't respond, worried that if he told Ronan, Ronan might tell his mother. Even though his

mother was fairly open-minded, she was still set in her ways. She would definitely oppose him dating

his teacher, especially since Cordelia was five years his senior. He decided to wait.

"Just someone on campus," Harold finally said.

At that moment, Callum gave his father a pitiful look. "Dad, can we go watch the basketball game?

Please?"

"We'll see," Ronan replied, ruffling Callum's hair.