The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 489

Although Cordelia was dismissive, Petra took the words to heart, wondering when Ronan might show

up?

As soon as class was over, Cordelia left the classroom.

Despite two ill-timed messages during the lecture, Cordelia’s class was a resounding success, easily

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Petra took the course recommendation form home. She kept recalling Ronan's text: he was coming to

Birchwood tomorrow.

Petra wanted to see Ronan again. Unfortunately, even if he did come, there was no guarantee that he'd

want to see her child. After all, he wasn’t the father and had no connection to the child.

Petra even resorted to flipping a coin in a childish attempt to predict his actions.

Heads: he would come, Tails: he wouldn’t.

When it landed on heads, she would get excited. But if it was tails, she would become incredibly

anxious. In the end, there were more anxious moments than there were happy ones.

The only reason he was coming to Petra’s place was because of Jayson. At that moment, Petra was

watching her child playing with blocks on the floor, and she hatched a plan.

The next morning, after a meeting at Empower Operations, Ronan came to Cordelia's apartment in

Unity Hall.

Cordelia was at home, writing a paper and doing research, her glasses perched on her nose. When

she opened the door to find Ronan standing there, her first question was, "Where's Callum?"

"You only care about Callum?" Cordelia asked, throwing a metaphorical bucket of cold water over

Ronan, who was clearly displeased.

Cordelia lowered her gaze slightly, "Aren’t you standing right here in front of me?"

"He's at the office, Emerson is looking after him for a few days."

"How long is a few days?" Cordelia was relentless.

"Couple of days, depending on the situation. Why? Worry about your own son?" It was clear that

Ronan was getting impatient with Cordelia's constant inquiries about Callum.

Feeling slightly relieved, Cordelia wasn’t as on edge as before. She thought: With so many people at

the office, even if Alana tried anything, it wouldn't be easy. Hopefully, Emerson would be competent.

Cordelia opened the door wider and let Ronan in.

"Still hurting?" Ronan asked once he was inside.

"Do you think I didn't reply because I didn't see your message?" Cordelia recalled the embarrassment

from the class, and her anger flared up.

"What's the deal then? Too shy to admit it hurts?" Ronan said, pulling out a cigarette.

It was snatched away before he could light it. "No smoking in my room," Cordelia declared.

Ronan looked up at Cordelia, "Quite the bossy one, aren't you?"

Unperturbed, Cordelia had already put the cigarette away. Ronan gave a small chuckle.

"What brings you here this time?"

"I have a few meetings at Empower Operations. Did Peter not tell you, or do I need to report to you?"

Ronan asked.

"I don't understand the high-level stuff." Cordelia moved around her room, returning the cigarette and

then back to her desk, trying to recollect her disrupted thoughts.

Cordelia hated interruptions when she was working on her paper.

Ronan noticed that Cordelia's room was filled with boxes. It seemed smaller than the last time he was

there, making him feel somewhat claustrophobic. He frowned, seemingly thinking, "How can anyone

live in such a tiny place?"

"Haven't put the snacks in the fridge?" He asked Cordelia.

Cordelia adjusted her glasses and continued thinking, answering absentmindedly, "The fridge is small.

Can't fit."

"Not planning to get a bigger fridge?"

Cordelia adjusted her glasses again, "The room is small. Won't fit."

"Not planning to get a bigger house?"

It took a moment for Cordelia to process the conversation about the "bigger house," "What are you

trying to say?"

"Aren't you going to buy a house?" Ronan asked, cleaning up the scattered snack boxes as he spoke

to Cordelia.