The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 447

Cordelia's eyes were red-rimmed as she stared out the window. In spite of everything she had been

through - her mother's death, being threatened - she was now the one being ridiculed. What had she

done to deserve this?

Perhaps noticing Cordelia's vulnerability, Ronan's heart softened.

"Did Petra refer you to Birchwood College?" Ronan remembered Cordelia mentioning that someone

had recommended the college to her.

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"Where are you heading for dinner?" He asked.

"Um, I'm not sure yet. I'll let Petra know once you agree." Cordelia reached for her phone, preparing to

message Petra. Her actions reminded him of a middleman arranging a deal.

"I haven't decided yet if I'll go. You can ask Petra where she wants to eat." Ronan's tone was slightly

softer.

[I'm at Empower Operations today to sign a contract, and I ran into Ronan. He's asking where you want

to have dinner.] Cordelia messaged Petra.

When Petra saw the message, she was in the middle of a lecture. Her phone was on silent mode and

was placed on her desk to check the time, as it was generally considered disrespectful to use your

phone during class.

But seeing the message, Petra's mind went blank. Instantly, her lecture came to a halt, and she was

unable to utter a word.

He had never agreed to any of her requests before, but this time, he was asking where she wanted to

have dinner.

She knew it was all thanks to Cordelia, but Petra didn't care. Her hand was trembling as she told her

students, "You guys read on your own for a bit."

[Can you ask him if the bistro across from the building works? And you have to come. You absolutely

have to come.] Petra emphasized.

Petra remembered how at Yale, Ronan had told her he would never see her alone again.

But Petra was obsessed with Ronan. She didn't care who he liked or who he was with. All she wanted

in this lifetime was to see Ronan, to not let him become a distant figure unrelated to her. He was her

solace during her humbling high school days. As for Cordelia, Petra didn't care whether or not she was

still with Ronan, or if she was with Harold, but she knew that as long as Cordelia was at Birchwood

College, Ronan would come.

Three years ago, when she had invited Cordelia to Birchwood College, she knew this day would come.

After all, over the years, Cordelia was the only one who had shared such emotional entanglements with

Ronan, and they even had a child together. Petra was certain that Ronan would come as long as

Cordelia was there.

Petra was a humble admirer. She didn't ask for much, just to see Ronan and talk to him. That was

enough.

She still remembered Ronan in high school, always dressed in black. Petra came from a poor family

and lacked a sense of security. The arrival of Ronan was a ray of sunshine in her life.

She had put all her effort into catching up to him, but she never could. The reality was always harsh,

and the fairy tale of the prince falling in love with Cinderella didn't happen. Ronan didn't become her

savior. He was with someone else.

Ronan was a man of piercing insight. He saw through everyone, even knowing what Petra was

thinking, yet he never said anything, nor did he acknowledge Petra's feelings.

After sending the message, Petra resumed her lecture, her voice trembling.

Seeing Petra's message, Cordelia frowned slightly, thinking, “Does Petra have social anxiety? Why

does she insist on having me join them for a meal with an old classmate?”

"Is there something bothering you?" Noticing Cordelia's furrowed brow in the rearview mirror, Ronan

asked.

"Petra is asking if the bistro across the building works for you, and also…" Cordelia hesitated.