The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 595

"Cordelia, what the hell is wrong with you?" Adrian glared at his sister, a mix of disbelief and irritation etched on his face.

"Bro, seriously? You talk to your sister like that? You think she's some kind of trophy? Do you even know who she really is? She got herself mixed up with a married woman, ended up with a drink all over her skirt, and I even visited her in the hospital a few days back. Are you out of your mind, still treating her like she's some kind of precious gem?" Normally, Cordelia wouldn't talk about one of her students this way, but she was addressing her own brother.

Daisy was undeniably easy on the eyes, but academics weren't her strong suit. Rumor had it she got into grad school by cozying up to the department head.

"Oh, damn." Adrian nodded, regret washing over his face.

Even if Daisy was a mess, she was a stone-cold knockout, a real man-trap.

Adrian's interest in Daisy was purely superficial, sparked when a luxury car pulled up at his auto detailing shop with Daisy in the passenger seat.

The driver stepped out for a smoke, and Adrian caught a glimpse of Daisy. She was drop-dead gorgeous, a total ten, and she hooked him right then and there.

He initially thought the driver was Daisy's dad, but now it seemed he was just another sugar daddy in a long line. Adrian had been to the school a few times, and Daisy hadn't even looked his way.

This time, he was ready to pull out all the stops. He'd dressed to the nines and even had an ace up his sleeve, ready to lay it all on the line.

But then he ran into Cordelia.

"Damn it, all that for nothing! Turns out she's just trash!" Adrian cursed as he stormed off.

Cordelia glanced at her watch; it was getting late. She hurried towards the classroom.

...

At Cordelia's home.

Paola sat quietly, engrossed in the TV show, as if she'd been trying to catch a glimpse of a familiar face since that conference with Cordelia. August, the man eternally etched in her heart, the shadow that haunted her dreams, seemed absent from the screen now filled with younger actors whose talents paled in comparison to those of her memories.

Paola turned the TV off, restless.

"What's up?" Ronan reclined in his armchair, absorbed in a book on trust funds.