The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 473

Cordelia stood up, leading Callum by the hand into the kitchen.

"I am going to make some egg tarts now, Callum. Do you want to help?"

"Sure."

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At the same time, Ronan was sitting on the couch in Petra's house, leaning back slightly as he watched

the playing child.

Petra stole glances at him now and then. Actually, Petra had Ronan's contact details but it was only

after officially adopting Jayson that she began to communicate more with Ronan.

Whenever she sent Ronan a message, she would tremble like a leaf, her heart pounding as if a small

rabbit was trapped inside. It was as if she had turned back into the eighteen-year-old girl, nervous,

jittery. She lost her father at a young age, and Ronan, with his wise-beyond-years demeanor, filled the

void in her young heart.

She still remembered a time when Ronan was tutoring her and the sunlight hit his face just right.

Yesterday, Ronan sent her a text, mentioning he was going to sign a contract with Empower Operations

and would visit Jayson after. Petra, with shaking hands, replied with a single word: [Okay.]

Petra was now a professor with abundant time, unlike Cordelia who still had to write research papers in

pursuit of professional titles. Moreover, Petra was more laid-back, tidying up the house early in the

morning until the floor was spotless.

She never dared to hope that Ronan would reenter her life, let alone visit her home. The reason she

adopted Jayson was simply to maintain some connection with Ronan. All of this felt surreal, like a

dream.

Ronan came and sat in a chair, watching Jayson play nearby.

"The kid's kind of introverted, a bit thin." Ronan said, casting a glance at Jayson.

Petra nearly spilled her water in surprise, "Yes, he is. I try to make his favorite meals. Will… will you

stay for dinner?"

"No, I have to pick up my son." Ronan glanced at his watch, and it was already five o'clock.

"Where is your son?"

"At Cordelia's."

"Well, I've already got you some lemonade. Aren't you going to drink it?" Petra looked disappointedly at

the lemonlade swirling in the cup.

"Next time." Said Ronan as he got up and left.

"Next time" gave Petra endless hope, and she began to daydream about the future.

As Ronan walked down the street, he received messages from an unknown contact. There were some

pictures, one of Cordelia lying in bed with a man sitting next to her, watching her adoringly; the other of

the man gifting Cordelia a plush toy and her smiling brightly at him. The last picture was of Cordelia

crying in the man's arms.

The pictures weren't clear, seemingly taken through a window.

Ronan grimaced, his ex-wife certainly had a colorful past.

He knocked on Cordelia's door. Cordelia answered, wearing an apron, her hair in a bun, and oven mitts

on her hands.

"You're here. I'm making egg tarts for Callum." With that, Cordelia returned to the kitchen where a fresh

batch of egg tarts was probably ready.

Ronan entered, closing the door behind him.

"Daddy, Mommy made egg tarts for me, and it smells so good. Do you want to try some?" Callum was

happily eating his egg tart on the couch.

"Mommy?" Ronan raised an eyebrow and glanced towards the kitchen where Cordelia was busily

moving around behind the frosted glass door.

"Yeah. She's your ex-wife, right? A man told me today." Callum continued, "The egg tart is really tasty.

You wouldn't let me eat it, but Mommy made it for me."

Ignoring Callum, Ronan headed into the kitchen. Cordelia was checking the oven, pouring filling into Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

new tart crusts; she was very busy. The kitchen was filled with the warm and sweet aroma of baking

egg tarts.