The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 740

Harold chuckled at the word "ridiculous" in the message, feeling a wave of relief. The last thing he needed was someone taking everything he said too seriously or pressuring him in any way. Victoria was notorious for that—she'd suffocate him with her intensity, leaving him gasping for air.

"Just a spur of the moment thing. Off to work now," Harold typed back.

"How do you get to work?" Willow Breeze asked.

"Bus 11."

"I didn't realize there was a bus route near you."

Standing at his bathroom sink, toothbrush in mouth, Harold couldn't help but laugh at her message. It was endearing how naive she was, not catching the local slang. [Bus 11 means I'm walking. It's my daily exercise.]

"Doesn't that tire you out?"

"Nah, I jog to work every morning. Keeps me fit."

"Alright then. I guess I'm just feeling my age. You young guys have all the energy," she replied.

Willow Breeze's words were music to Harold's ears. Unlike the clumsy flattery he usually got, her words felt genuinely comforting.

After exchanging a few more messages with Willow Breeze, Harold set off for work. Little did he expect that upon returning home, a massive package awaited him. He had no clue what it was or who it was from, but it was sizable.

The delivery guy peeled off the layers of bubble wrap to reveal a mountain bike.

Harold had long coveted a slick mountain bike. Back in his student days, he'd pedaled around on a clunker, never able to afford a new ride. And now, as if by magic, a brand-new mountain bike had fallen into his lap. The wave of happiness was so strong that it washed away the lingering gloom from being forced out of school and subsequently discharged from the military.

Deep down, every guy probably dreams of owning a mountain bike.

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