The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 298

The following day.

When Cordelia woke up, Ronan was already gone.

Suddenly, she remembered that her maternity clothes were tossed in the washing machine last night.

Considering that she had both a son and a daughter, she wouldn't need maternity clothes again and

hadn't bothered to buy many. She had to get changed after breakfast to go to the office, so she just

casually picked up one of Ronan's shirts from the hook and put it on. The buttons on the belly area

wouldn't button up, but she didn't bother. She also put on a pair of leggings and headed to the dining

room for breakfast.

It was a grey shirt, a color that would have looked good on her if she wasn't pregnant. Tucked into her

waistband, it hung loose and casual.

Janice was packing her lunch.

"Did you make one for him too?" Cordelia asked Janice.

"Well, I was going to make Mr. Evans' lunch, but he said he had a meeting during that time," Janice

replied.

Cordelia paused with her spoon halfway to her mouth, "A meeting? With whom?"

"You should ask him yourself. It's not my place to ask these questions," Janice said, "What's going on

with you two? You should make up."

Cordelia remained silent. She wanted to make up, but her late mother still weighed heavy on her heart.

She felt as if her mother was watching her from heaven.

They were still talking when they heard the sound of keys unlocking the door.

"Huh?" Janice remarked, "Mr. Evans is back?"

Cordelia thought: What a coincidence that he came back this morning when she happened to be

wearing his shirt. She sat at the dining table, feigning composure as she ate her meal, the knife and

fork clinking with each bite.

"I forgot some documents," Ronan said, taking off his shoes at the entryway. Then, he noticed Cordelia,

sitting coolly at the dining table, wearing his shirt.

She didn't even look up when she saw him.

She had a delicate collarbone necklace hanging around her neck, with two buttons on her shirt left

unfastened, giving her a very sexy look. Beneath the table were her long legs.

"Wearing my shirt?" Ronan fetched some documents from the bedroom and sat at the dining table,

asking her with keen interest.

"My clothes aren’t dry yet. I'd change later anyway, and our shirt was just within reach," Cordelia replied

with forced nonchalance. She didn't care if he got the wrong impression. She did have feelings for him

and wanted to make up.

"True, this shirt is technically yours too," he said, tapping his fingers on the solid wooden table, "RC is

our brand after all, half yours, half mine."

"Is it? I didn't pay attention to the brand." As Cordelia elegantly savored her bagel, she engaged in

conversation with Ronan.

Ronan observed Cordelia's facade. Having lived with her for over a year, he could tell when she was

genuinely angry and when she was just pretending.

"Do you want to come with me after breakfast?" Ronan asked.

"I think I'll go with Tristi. She always chooses the most scenic routes," Cordelia replied.

"Really? Not thinking of saving me some gas money?"

It was past ten, the sun was shining brightly outside, and Ronan was trying to tease Cordelia.

Cordelia looked up at him, "You care about gas money?"

"If I can save some, why not?" Ronan noticed a smudge of butter on Cordelia's lips and handed her a

napkin.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ronan's tone was teasing, as if he was flirting with a respectable woman.

And Cordelia was anything but respectable at that moment. Wearing Ronan's shirt, she was the prey in This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

his vicinity, yet feigning innocence; Ronan, aware of Cordelia's state of mind, intentionally provoked

her.

They were both pushing past Shelley's death, one trying to get closer, the other attempting to accept.

They were acting recklessly.