The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 760

"Hey, buddy, we just called the previous owner of this mountain bike, and she said no dice on the return," the sales guy explained.

"No return?" Harold was baffled by the whole thing being tied to a name. They'd already called Willow.

Which meant he had to give back the money.

But Harold was in dire straits for cash, and he hesitated.

As he stood by the store entrance, wrestling with his conscience, Willow's BMW rolled up to the curb. She frowned slightly at Harold and said, "Get in."

Harold thought: Calls ignored, messages on Messenger unanswered, and now here she was.

The folks inside the store were rubbernecking the scene with Willow and Harold. Nervous about being the day's gossip, he quickly hopped into Willow's ride.

She started the engine, a veil of annoyance on her face.

"Why are you ditching the bike I gave you?" she asked, clearly peeved.

It was Harold's first time in Willow's car, and he stole a glance at her. He noticed that she showed different sides at different times: sometimes, she was like a kid; other times, a formidable businesswoman. Like now, she had the look of someone trying not to show they're hurt, a facade that completely captivated Harold.

In all, she was a woman of depth, each facet genuine. At her age, this authenticity was particularly alluring, coupled with an enchanting charm.

"I need the money," Harold finally said. "I didn't mean to waste your gift. I tried calling, but you didn't pick up."

"So, it's my fault you're selling the bike I gave you?" Willow's driving was smooth, her slender fingers resting casually on the gear shift as she focused on the road ahead.

Harold didn't ask where they were heading.

Willow's arrival had injected a much-needed boost into Harold's gloomy mood. Her serene presence calmed his heart in an instant. In contrast, seeing Victoria only aggravated him, like swallowing a fly—deeply irritating.

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