The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 503

“I fancy Cordelia. Is that cool?” Eason fixed his gaze on Ronan. “She’s divorced. Sure, she was married

before, but that’s ancient history. Plus, she hasn’t spoken to her ex in three years. That’s pretty much a

dead end, right, Mr. Evans? Anything wrong with that?”

Ronan arched an eyebrow and let out a wry chuckle. “Nothing wrong at all.”

“These past three years, we’ve been like friends, and we’ve been like more than friends. We’ve

supported each other and taken care of each other. I think it’s time to take things to the next level,

maybe even tie the knot. Nothing wrong with that, is there?” Eason went on.

“And with marriage on the cards, why on earth would you sleep in separate rooms?”

“Oh, I respect Cordelia. I’m not into pressuring people. Her ex was all about that, and she totally hated

it. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so I never made a move. She thought about coming to my

room once, but I said no. I knew she had just returned from abroad and was going through a lot. I

wouldn’t take advantage of her. Right, Mr. Evans?”

Eason’s words were laden with insinuations, and Ronan was no fool to miss them. Besides, Cordelia

had shared even her most intimate fears with him – they must’ve been incredibly close.

“You seem like quite the gentleman, Dr. Eason,” Ronan remarked sarcastically.

“I’m no saint, but I’m certainly not a creep. Oh, and did you know? Cordelia’s scared of you.

Sometimes, she can barely breathe.” Eason dropped another bomb.

“And how would you know that?” Ronan asked coolly.

“She tells me everything.”

“Of course, you’re her shrink,” Ronan noted, with perfect timing.

“A man who can take three lives and not bat an eyelid is certainly someone to be afraid of. Isn’t that

right, Mr. Evans? It’s like sleeping next to someone who’s got a knife under the pillow. How can you

sleep easily? Fear is a natural response. Moreover, you and Cordelia don’t really have a deep

connection. It was an accidental beginning, a marriage before love, if you can even call it love. Maybe

it’s more like cohabitation,” Eason said. “I'm done here, Mr. Evans. I’m beat, and I’ve got a flight back to

England tomorrow. Sorry to leave you, Mr. Evans.”

With that, he’d said all he had to say.

Ronan stepped out of the Crown Hotel and lit up a cigarette. He knew he had met a formidable

opponent. What about Cordelia's connection to Alana? How come Eason had been digging for three

years and found nothing?

Lost in thought, Ronan’s phone rang. It was Petra.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Daddy,” came the voice on the other end.

Ronan paused for a moment. “I'm not your dad. Are you feeling better?”

“All better.”

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“Gone. Daddy, can you come and see me?”

Ronan thought it over. He was heading back to Millstone soon anyway. It wouldn’t hurt to visit the kid.

Another voice leaked through the phone. “Who are you on the phone with?” Petra muttered in the

background.

“With my daddy.”

“Which daddy?” Petra sounded puzzled.

“The one who took me to the hospital.”

“There, there, Jayson, he’s not your daddy, remember that.”

“But I want him to be my daddy.”

Petra’s voice came through again. “Hey, Ronan, I was just preparing a lesson, and Jayson grabbed my

phone. Sorry about that. Don't mind his nonsense. You’ve got your own things to do.”

“It’s okay. I’m heading back to Millstone soon. I’ll drop by for a visit.”

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” Petra asked him.

“Mommy, tell Daddy to stay for dinner. Please.” Jayson was pleading in the background.

Petra seemed unable to say no to Jayson. “Alright, alright, I'll go get some groceries.”

Then she seemed almost apologetic as she spoke to Ronan, “This kid, I tell ya. For his sake, why don’t

you stay for dinner?”

“Sure.”

Petra hung up the phone.