The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 297

After Cordelia got in the car, Ronan leaned against it, lighting up a cigar, attempting to soothe his

discomfort. Something about the Smiths bothered him immensely.

Ronan, born and raised in affluence, was now confronted by the Smiths' petty bitterness and

discourtesy that was far from genteel. Their calculating nature was evident in every glance and gesture.

His brows were constantly furrowed.

"What's up?" Cordelia asked him.

"Nothing," he said before starting the car.

Cordelia felt both inferior and guilty, "Is it the atmosphere at my aunt and uncle's place that is bothering

you?"

"Don't think too much," he said, "you're not related to them by blood."

Ronan was trying to convince himself that Cordelia wasn't from that family.

"But they are my family, in practical terms, including Adrian. Blood isn't always thicker than water. My

biological parents abandoned me, so they clearly didn't want me. Maybe they didn't even have a better

situation at my foster parents' home, with even worse conditions, and more dysfunctional family

dynamics. But this is my family. If it makes you uncomfortable, then there's not much that can be done."

Cordelia said, staring out of the car window.

Ronan didn't respond.

Suddenly, Cordelia remembered that she had forgotten to ask her grandmother for the ring back.

But thinking about it, if Ronan was so displeased with her family's atmosphere, it was best not to make

him go back. Plus, this ring, Cordelia had never cared much for it. She never thought of using it to find

her lost kin.

Since they abandoned her, their connection was severed.

By the time they got home, it was already dark. From the underground garage, there were several

flights of stairs to climb.

Cordelia was holding her back, and Ronan extended his hand. She instinctively placed her hand in his.

In the elevator, Cordelia tried to pull her hand away, but he just held it even tighter.

Cordelia thought: Indeed, familiarity breeds affection. Ronan was slowly regaining his feelings for her, This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

perhaps even stronger than before.

Before, she was just a naive young girl. Now, she was carrying his child. And he was the father.

That night, Cordelia was reflecting on her origins, feeling sad.

"What's wrong?" Ronan noticed Cordelia's low spirits, it seemed like she was stealthily wiping away

tears.

"Nothing," Cordelia remembered that his grandfather had also passed away.

With her back to Ronan, she asked him, "Why didn't I see you cry when Barney passed away?"

"Why do you ask?"

"How can you be so heartless? You were his grandson after all, but I..." Cordelia remembered the ring

that could prove her identity was left at her grandmother's house, and she felt even more disinterested.

She thought she might collect the ring the next time she went to visit her grandmother, but if she

couldn't, then so be it. She didn't expect to use the ring to find her family.

Ronan's hand moved across Cordelia's back, turning her towards him. His kiss landed on her face, and

his voice, extremely intimate and magnetic, said, "From now on, it's just you and me."

His voice stirred something within Cordelia, and her long hair cascaded onto the pillow. "Who said I'm

going to depend on you?" Cordelia said.

Ronan's hand stroked Cordelia's protruding belly, and he continued to whisper in her ear, "You."

"No." Cordelia didn't want to hear these fatalistic words.

"Who else?" Ronan asked Cordelia, "Well, right, two other people."

Cordelia was startled, she pushed Ronan's chest away, "Who?"

"Your in-laws."

Cordelia almost had a heart attack. She thought he was referring to the two babies in her belly. Scared

once again by Ronan, Cordelia felt she could not keep the secret any longer. It was time to tell him.