The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 144

Monday.

Cordelia's phone in the Audit Department office rang. It was Ronan. "Come to my office. Bring your

driver's license."

Cordelia was wondering what was up. Why was Ronan calling her first thing on a Monday morning?

Was he going to divorce her?

In Ronan's office, the legal director was also there, busy sorting out a pile of documents, including what

seemed like property deeds.

"The house we bought in Sunnydale Meadows is now under her name. The rest of the properties as

well." Ronan told the legal director.

"Alright, the agreement is all set. We just need Ms. Haselwood's signature. I’ll take care of it with her

driver's license," the legal assistant said.

Cordelia was a bit confused. "What?"

"You're going to debunk Adrian's rumors about our 'contract marriage' today. Off you go," Ronan

commanded.

The legal director left the office. Now, it was just Cordelia and Ronan.

"All my properties are now under your name," Ronan told Cordelia.

"Oh," Cordelia replied nonchalantly.

"Why are you so chill about this? Do you know what these properties mean?" Ronan asked, looking at

Cordelia with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"They debunk the contract marriage rumor." Cordelia said.

She only understood part of the truth. There was still a lot she didn't know.

"Well, you're not wrong about that." Ronan got up from his chair and walked towards Cordelia.

Debunking the contract marriage rumor was just the tip of the iceberg. Secondly, her father had saved

his life. Thirdly, it was to give his grandfather some peace.

One move, and three goals were achieved.

His towering figure made Cordelia snap to her senses. She looked up at Ronan, his eyes full of desire.

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked.

"I slept great," Cordelia replied, trying to keep her spirits up.

After all, she was earning $2500 a month in the Audit Department, about seventy to eighty dollars a

day. She was here to work, not to sleep.

Last night, she was so tired she blurted out, "I'm going to sleep," and dozed off with her back to Ronan.

Her drowsy and lazy demeanor, with a hint of sensuality, was irresistible to Ronan.

Despite his struggle to detach himself from the "her father saved my life" mentality, being with Cordelia

always stirred up a whirlwind of emotions - love, hate, gratitude, and a reluctance to be grateful...

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Ronan gently pinched Cordelia's chin. "Do you actually like money, or do you just not care? All this

wealth doesn't move you?"

"I'm not stupid. Of course, I love money. Is there anything else?" Cordelia looked up at him. "There's a

lot of work in the Audit Department!"

"I really want to..." Ronan leaned in, whispering in Cordelia's ear.

Seeing the desire and greed in his eyes, Cordelia got scared and said, "Mr. Evans, don't scare me. It's

Monday."

"I'm not just your boss, I'm also your husband, right?"

"Yes, but work comes first. I have to go."

On the elevator, Cordelia was thinking, “Was he a bit too energetic? Why was he like this so early in

the morning?” But she was already losing sleep over him, with dark circles under her eyes.

At lunchtime, Cordelia overheard some chatter in the elevator.

"Did you hear? Mr. Evans gave half of his fortune to Cordelia. She's now the wealthiest woman in

Millstone."

"Did they sign a prenuptial agreement?"

"Doesn't look like it. Haven't you noticed her dark circles?"

"What about them?"

Cordelia was curious too. What about her dark circles?

"People with dark circles are usually tired. It's probably because they've been up all night making love.

How else could she get so much wealth?"

...

These people really didn't hold back when it came to discussing Mr. Evans' private matters!

Cordelia went to lunch with Brooklyn.

"Cordelia, I heard you now own half of Mr. Evans' fortune. Remember to help me out and make me the

director of the PR Department," Brooklyn said.

"You must be dreaming. I have no say in anything. He calls the shots." Cordelia remembered how

Brenda's resume was rejected because she had spoken out of turn.

"Regardless, I'll stick with you."

"By the way, do my dark circles look bad?" Cordelia lifted her head, pointing at her under-eye area, and

asking Brooklyn.

"Not really. Why? Is it because you're too tired from... you know... bed activities?" Brooklyn asked

casually.

"Stop talking nonsense." Even though Brooklyn was just joking, Cordelia still felt a bit embarrassed.

Usually, "too tired from bed activities" was something said about middle-aged men. It was

embarrassing to have it said about her at such a young age.

"Do you want to go with me to buy some under-eye cream this afternoon?" Cordelia asked Brooklyn.

"You should make Ronan go with you. He's the reason you have them. Why is he acting like nothing's

wrong? What if your dark circles get worse?" Brooklyn told Cordelia.

Cordelia felt that although Brooklyn's words were pretty subtle, they were also super sharp.