Cordelia spotted Harold in the corner of her eye, pretending not to notice him, her gaze shifting aside.
Harold threw Cordelia a look that screamed, "Where do you think you're going?" Had it not been for his afternoon visit to Mr. Evans, he would have insisted on joining her for lunch in the cafeteria.
After lunch, Harold, following Mr. Reese's request, took down the paintings and hung them by his bedside and in front of his study desk.
"Ah, so you're keeping the art to yourself now?" Harold’s roommate, Joseph, teased him.
"Yep. For my eyes only."
After glancing once more at the painting of Cordelia, Harold changed into his casual attire and left. He was visiting Mr. Evans today, so naturally, he had to dress appropriately. He had never looked so serious in his life.
Following the address given by Mr. Evans, he arrived at Mr. Evans' grandfather's house. Ronan and Emerson were chatting on the sofa, probably discussing work-related matters, talking about investments and such.
Callum was probably napping, as there was no sound of a child in the house.
Upon Harold's arrival, Ronan and Emerson ceased their conversation, perhaps due to the confidentiality of their topics, and began small talk. "Well, well, you're a handsome lad," Emerson complimented Harold. "No wonder our old friend here feels like he's been left in the dust."
Ronan shot Emerson a glare.
"How's it going with your crush?" Ronan asked Harold.
"No progress. She reported me last night. The dean just gave me a good scolding."
"Hmm, she's a fiery one. Last night?" Ronan seemed intrigued by these two words. Then, with a smirk, he asked Harold, "Did you fuck her?"
"Let's not talk about it!" Harold waved his hand dismissively, surprised by Mr. Evans' blunt words.
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