The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 474

Cordelia noticed Ronan as he sauntered in; she gave him a sidelong glance, but remained silent.

Her kitchen was small, barely enough for her to move around alone, let alone to accommodate Ronan's

tall frame. She could feel the space getting cramped almost instantly.

"Which man?" Ronan asked Cordelia.

"Huh?"

"Callum mentioned that a man told him about the past?"

"Yeah. My uncle just came. He came to see Samantha filming."

"Directed by you?"

Cordelia's hand, pouring the egg mixture, suddenly stopped. She was somewhat angry and a bit

disdainful. "I don't have your knack for managing things. You were the director of Deanna and Tabitha's

fiasco, weren't you? You killed my mother, and now, you've added two more lives to your tally," Cordelia

replied with a hint of indifference.

Suddenly, Cordelia found herself seated on the kitchen counter, her feet hovering over the floor. She

hadn't even noticed how she had ended up there.

"What are you doing?" Cordelia glanced at her feet, the egg mixture splattered on the floor from the

sudden lift.

"Tabitha's child isn't mine." His frame leaned against the counter, his gaze locked onto Cordelia, who

was suddenly elevated. His voice was low and desperate.

Cordelia was struggling, worried that her tarts would burn, ruining her hard work, but her struggles only

seemed to tighten his grip.

One of Ronan's hands held the back of Cordelia's head, while the other was wrapped tightly around her

waist. He leaned his forehead against hers, rendering her immobile. "You've been with me for so long

and still don't know me. You deserve to be controlled this tightly." Ronan's deep voice echoed in

Cordelia's ear, tinged with a hint of resentment.

Cordelia's heart pounded. She despised him, yet couldn't escape him. "You slept with Tabitha, didn't

you?" Her voice was calm, but it didn't hide the jealousy in her tone.

"You've wanted to ask that for a while now, haven't you?" Ronan chuckled, "Yes, I did. She was good in

bed. She was more provocative and assertive than you. And she knew how to be attentive to a man's

needs."

Cordelia's gaze fell. She suddenly felt there was nothing left to ask.

"So why did you set her up?" Cordelia asked after a moment, her voice shaky.

"She started to annoy me over time. She deserved to die."

"And Deanna deserved to die too?"

"She deserved it even more. After the cornea incident, she deserved to die." Ronan gritted his teeth.

"There are police and courts to deal with criminals. Two lives, aren't you scared? Aren't you scared

they'll haunt you in your sleep?" Cordelia's face was flushed as she argued.

"Who's the real murderer?" Ronan's voice was low, "I did all this for you, didn't I?"

"I never asked you to kill!"

"Who killed anyone?" Ronan retorted, his teeth clenched.

Seeing Cordelia again, the surge of desire, the intense urge to possess her, made him tremble.

She had also once said, being over thirty and still having desires was laughable. He, almost forty, not

only had desires, but they were incredibly strong. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Now, Cordelia had angered Ronan, sending him into a fit of restless frustration. Suddenly, Ronan

kissed Cordelia passionately, breaking through her resistance. He longed for the days when they were

intimate, when they would spend the entire night in each other's arms. He yearned for it deeply.

That kiss seemed to last an eternity.