The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 486

Cordelia rose, washed up, and as she stood on the staircase, she noticed several people moving

boxes out of the house. Ronan was seated on the couch, orchestrating the whole operation.

"Load all these into the car," he instructed.

"Mr. Evans, you sure are thoughtful. You've got all of Cordelia's snacks prepared," Janice commented

somewhat awkwardly, considering her son had once pursued Cordelia.

As Ronan lifted his gaze, he caught sight of Cordelia on the staircase. "What good does it do if she

doesn't appreciate it?" Ronan said, casting a sideways glance at Cordelia. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"It's normal for her to change after being away for three years. Besides, she was so young back then.

People grow. She was a young girl then, now she's matured, and her career has changed. You need to

understand," Janice tried to appease him.

"Do I?" he questioned, looking at Cordelia. There was a sense of regret in Ronan's heart, along with a

bit of jealousy.

He wasn't there for Cordelia in her most depressing and melancholic moments. And that man took

advantage of his absence. Just the thought of the man beside Cordelia made him extremely

uncomfortable. However, as Janice pointed out, people grow. If it were the past, he would have

punished Cordelia, but now, perhaps due to his age, he wouldn't.

Before Cordelia could respond, Callum came over, launching himself at Cordelia's legs. "Mom, look

how nice dad is to you. He got you two boxes of apples and a bunch of other snacks. I told you, my

dad's rich. It's convenient having him around," Callum boasted.

Seeing Callum, Cordelia couldn't help but smile. She ruffled his hair and bent down to his level, "I have

to go to work, Callum. Listen to your dad while I'm away, okay?"

"I always listen to dad," Callum pledged solemnly.

"No lying allowed," Cordelia warned.

"Why would I lie? Dad always says that children who lie will end up with long Pinocchio noses."

Cordelia couldn't help but recall the same words Ronan had once said to her. He had used the same

phrase for both her and their son.

"So I guess I should get going," Cordelia asked Ronan, preparing to leave.

"The driver's waiting for you outside. He's been told to help you carry your stuff upstairs. You won't

have to do it."

"Okay." Some warm feelings bubbled up in Cordelia's throat, almost making her forget about the

horrible things he had done in the past.

Excluding his manipulative behavior and his cold-heartedness, he could be considered a good

husband. Especially now, as he was behaving like a doting husband.

"Mom, when will you come to visit me again?" Callum asked, reluctance apparent in his tone.

Cordelia thought for a moment. Callum wasn't going to preschool yet, so he was always home. But she

didn't trust anyone else to take him to Birchwood, in case Alana was watching. Ronan was quick to

react and would ensure their son's safety.

She squatted down to Callum's level, "If you miss mom, ask your dad to take you to Birchwood to see

me. Remember, only dad can take you. No one else."

"Why can't anyone else do it? Just me?" Ronan asked, pouncing on Cordelia's statement.

"You're his biological father. His safety is guaranteed with you."

Ronan hoped to hear some tender words from Cordelia, but her tone remained icy, probably because

she still hadn't forgiven him. She wasn't the naive young girl from years ago, who knew little about the

world and whose sole focus was on treating her mother's illness.