Chapter 426


    Although Janice was the housekeeper of the Evans family, Harold knew nothing about their domestic


    affairs. Harold only came to know Mr. Evans'' name recently when Ronan brought him a pair of shoes.


    Janice didn''t like gossiping about the family, and youngds like Harold weren''t too interested either.


    After Harold left, Emerson headed to the kitchen to whip up some dinner, while Ronan settled on the


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    couch, reaching for a book.


    Callum mysteriously produced a discarded sketch to show Ronan. "Dad, look what he drew."


    "What is it?"


    "I don''t know, something he didn''t want anymore."


    Ronan took a nce. It looked like a woman''s hair. He guessed it must have been the object of


    Harold''s affection. Currently, the girl was all Harold could see.


    Ronan couldn''t help but chuckle. The matters of a young man''s heart were something he didn''t quite


    Ronan was curious about what that flirting feeling could be like. How did Harold flirt with others? Could


    Ronan also experience the feeling of a young man''s fluttering heart?


    …


    The next day was a Wednesday, thest ss was Cordelia''s ounting lecture.


    Harold had been out all morning, ultimately purchasing two teddy bears from a toy shop, onerge, one


    small. Initially, he intended to give one just to Callum. However, seeing therge one, he suddenly


    thought of Cordelia. She was as innocent and precious, yet oblivious to her own worth.


    When he hurried back to school, Cordelia''s lecture was about to start. Harold ced therger teddy


    bear on the lectern, apanied by a note. Just as he finished, the bell rang.


    As Cordelia ascended the lectern, she noticed therge teddy bear. It was of good quality. Before she


    could ask who it belonged to, she noticed the note beneath the teddy bear. [Bought with my hard-


    earned money. Keep it!]


    Cordelia had a fair idea of who the gift-giver was. Without making a fuss, she began her lecture.


    After ss, she called Harold to the front. She had initially nned to stop Sally and Sean, her


    graduate students. Her national project had been approved, and she needed to delegate tasks. But


    Harold''s incident interrupted her ns. Looked like she would have to ask the two to stop by her office


    tomorrow morning.


    "Come here!" Cordelia instructed Harold.


    Harold walked to the lectern, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. The ssroom was now empty.


    "I can''t ept this. Take it back," Cordelia said firmly.


    "Who’s ever heard of taking back a gift? If you don''t want it, throw it away," Harold retorted.


    Cordelia lifted the teddy bear, ready to toss it into the trash bin at the back.


    "The bear cost $60. That''s my blood, sweat, and tears. I worked day and night, earned money at the


    library, from ying basketball, just to buy this for you. If you want to waste it, go ahead!" With that,


    Harold stormed out.


    Left alone, Cordelia couldn''t bring herself to throw the bear away. She respected her student''s hard


    work.


    Noticing Cordelia hesitating, Haroldughed. "Since you''re reluctant, why not just keep it? I''m leaving


    now."


    With that, Harold left, backpack slung over his shoulder and basketball in hand.


    Cordelia was somewhat irritated. She hurriedly ate her lunch in the cafeteria and returned home. She


    casually tossed the teddy bear into her study.


    She had to deliver a speech at the afternoon''s freshman orientation. She had stayed upte the


    previous night to finish a paper and wanted to take a nap at noon to recharge. If she didn’t nap, she


    wouldn''t be able to perform well in the afternoon. However, she overslept, not even her rm could


    wake her up.


    The orientation included all the teachers and students at the school. Beingte would mean being


    embarrassed in front of everyone. Cordelia didn''t want to be that kind of celebrity. Holding her speech,


    she hurried towards the school auditorium.


    Unity Hall was quite far from the auditorium, one being in the northeast corner and the other in the


    southwest. It would take at least fifteen minutes on foot.


    Just as Cordelia was hurrying, a bicycle pulled up next to her. "Ms. Haselwood." A voice sounded


    leisurely in Cordelia''s ear.


    Cordelia turned to find Harold riding a mountain bike, leisurely catching up from behind. It seemed he


    was quite pleased to see Cordelia almost beingte.


    "Need a lift?" He asked.


    "No need!" Cordelia didn''t slow down her pace, still rushing, sweat beading on her forehead.


    "No need?" Harold''s bicycle suddenly blocked Cordelia''s path.


    Cordelia was stopped, unable to move forward. She wanted to curse, but she was a teacher, and this


    prevented her.