The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 108

Cordelia was bawling her eyes out all day, feeling downright miserable. When she got home, she threw

Jamie's book into her suitcase. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Ronan had once rummaged through her suitcase. She reckoned he probably wouldn't be nosy about it

anymore.

After doing all that, Cordelia hit the hay, waking up at the crack of dawn the next morning.

Ronan had come home past eight the previous night, by which time Cordelia was out like a light. When

he got up, she was in the kitchen whipping up a packed lunch.

"What's cooking today? You didn't go overboard with the salt again, did you?" Ronan asked her.

Cordelia was taken aback, then exclaimed in surprise, "Did I over-salt something yesterday? Which

dish was it?"

"The fried steak, were you trying to assault me with a salt overdose?" Ronan joked.

Cordelia was even more startled. Since her father was a big fan of this dish, she had been making it

since she was knee-high to a grasshopper. Even if she cooked it with her eyes closed, it would still

come out delicious. How could she have over-salted it? Could it be that Ronan preferred a bland taste?

If that was the case, she'd use less salt in the future.

Once she got to the office, Cordelia started to crunch the numbers. She overheard someone

whispering behind her, "Mr. Evans wasn't in the office yesterday. This document wasn't signed off."

Cordelia thought to herself, “Ronan wasn't at the office yesterday? Where did he go?” Then, where on

earth did he eat the lunch I made yesterday?

Just as Cordelia was racking her brain, she received a message from Deanna. [Ms. Haselwood, your

cooking skills are really something. I finished off the meal you made yesterday. Just that the fried steak

was a bit too salty. You could use less salt next time.]

So, he was out with Deanna yesterday!

So, it was Deanna who had her food!

So, he was making a request on behalf of Deanna this morning!

The first meal she made for him was given to the woman he fancied the most, and he even made

requests in front of her! Cordelia was shaking with anger, gritting her teeth. She knew their marriage

was a sham, and that it wouldn't last. She didn't expect him to tell her everything, but was there any

point in him doing this?

Cordelia felt really hard done by! She figured she might as well have thought of yesterday's meal as

dog food!

Then, she texted Brooklyn to have lunch together.

[You're pulling my leg, right? You've got your packed lunch. Why bother asking me out?] Brooklyn

wasn't that into it.

[The lunch is for you, I still prefer the heavy flavors from outside.]

[Well then, it's a deal.]

Brooklyn was thrilled. She had been eating out all day long and was sick and tired of it. She really

wished someone could cook for her.

At noon, Cordelia took the lunch box and met Brooklyn at a taco place.

Cordelia was eating tacos, not saying a word; Brooklyn was enjoying the food Cordelia made, finding it

really tasty.

"What's up?" Brooklyn asked, noticing Cordelia's unhappy face.

"Nothing." Even though Cordelia was peeved, she didn't spill the beans.

"Then you must have brought the packed lunch because Mr. Evans didn't want you to eat spicy food,

right? What would he think if he knew I had your lunch?" Brooklyn was still a bit worried.

"Rest assured, I won't tell him."

Thinking of Ronan eating the lunch she made, Cordelia was seething with anger!

For the rest of the afternoon, Cordelia was buried in her work, not uttering a word. The next day, she

got up early as usual to prepare breakfast for Ronan.

When Ronan got up and sat down for breakfast, he said to Cordelia, "Yesterday's food was top-notch.

What's on the menu today?"

"I've got everything ready; you'll know when you see it," Cordelia replied nonchalantly.

Ronan didn't check, asking Cordelia to pack it up for him, and then they headed off to work.

Today, Ronan had an important group meeting. By lunchtime, there were still a few issues left

unresolved. Everyone was so hungry that their stomachs were growling. Ronan ordered food for

everyone to eat while continuing the meeting. During this time, someone was still explaining the slides.

"Mr. Evans, what would you like to eat? I can order for you," The assistant asked Ronan.

"Just fetch my lunch box from my office," Ronan replied.

Ronan thought that the food Cordelia made yesterday looked good and tasted delicious; he didn't

expect her to be such a whiz in the kitchen.

The assistant fetched it.

Everyone else looked on with envy as Ronan opened his lunch box. Cordelia had shown off her packed

lunch on social media the day before yesterday, so the whole office knew about it. They said Cordelia

brought her own lunch and even Mr. Evans had commented. So, it seemed like this lunch box was also

made by Cordelia. ,It appeared as though Mr. Evans was deliberately winding up the other men.

Ronan opened one of the lunch boxes; inside were only two slices of plain toast. His face had already

turned sour, especially when all the top executives in the company were watching him. He then opened

the second lunch box; inside were two slices of cheese.

As for the coffee, there wasn’t any today.

Ronan coughed lightly, closed the lunch box, and whispered, "Let's continue the meeting."

He was pranked by Cordelia today. But he didn't understand, why did Cordelia do this?