The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 269

Cordelia was lounging on her bed when a message from Brooklyn popped up on her iPhone. [Cordelia,

I just touched down in Millstone. How about treating me to dinner?]

Cordelia had quite a free schedule for the next few days, so she replied, [Sure thing. You pick the

place.]

[I can't compete with your worldly travels with Mr. Evans, why don't you choose?] Brooklyn suggested.

Cordelia remembered a quaint little bistro that Ronan had once taken her to, which served pretty

decent food. She sent the location to Brooklyn.

[Here?] Brooklyn asked. [Did Mr. Evans take you?]

[Are you saying if he didn't take me there, you won't go? Yes, he took me there.] Cordelia rolled her

eyes.

[Anywhere Mr. Evans goes is bound to be a bit pricey. I'll have to fleece you properly. How about

tomorrow morning? I need to drop something off for my sister first.]

"Sounds good."

As Cordelia was about to head out, Janice decided to tag along. But just as they were leaving, Janice This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

rushed out from the bathroom exclaiming, "Cordelia, the faucet's broken. It's leaking non-stop and I

don't know how to fix it. I don't even know the number for maintenance."

Tristi had already messaged Cordelia, waiting for her downstairs.

Glancing at her watch; it was already eleven. "Forget it, just plug up the leak with something for now.

We'll call maintenance when we're in the car," Cordelia suggested.

"Alright." Janice quickly went back to the bathroom, returning shortly after.

Once they were in the car, Janice was busy texting away, messaging Ronan. [Mr. Evans, the faucet's

leaking in the bathroom, I don't know the maintenance number. Could you let me know so I can call

them?]

No reply came from Ronan.

"I messaged Mr. Evans about the maintenance number, but he hasn't replied," Janice informed

Cordelia.

"He's probably busy," Cordelia suggested, although she was just as clueless about what could be

occupying him.

"What do we do now? If it keeps leaking, the floor's going to be slick. I'm worried you might slip," Janice

fretted.

Cordelia felt a warmth spread in her heart hearing Janice's concern. She had intended to tell Janice to

stop involving Ronan in everything but swallowed back those words.

"No worries, I'll just avoid that bathroom," Cordelia assured her.

As they reached the bistro, they bumped into Brooklyn. After handing Cordelia over to Brooklyn, Janice

took off with Tristi. She asked Cordelia to call her when she was done, as she planned to spend the

rest of the day shopping with Tristi.

Unfortunately, as they entered the bistro, they were told that all the private rooms were taken and they

would have to dine in the courtyard. But it was fully enclosed and heated, so it wasn't chilly. Cordelia

knew the place would be busy during the holiday season, so she didn't mind.

The waiter led them to a cozy spot under a window, where Cordelia nestled comfortably into a plush

sofa. Through the window, she could see a private room with two occupants, Ronan and Deanna.

Outside conversations filtered through the glass clearly, but whatever was being said inside the private

room was inaudible to Cordelia and Brooklyn.

"Well, isn't this a coincidence, bumping into your ex-wife. She's showing quite a bit," Deanna remarked,

eyeing Cordelia's baby bump. The larger Cordelia's bump got, the happier Deanna felt. After all, the

baby wasn't Ronan's. Seeing Cordelia pregnant with Jamie's child would undoubtedly irk Ronan.

"Yes," Ronan replied nonchalantly, glancing out the window. He had spotted Cordelia the moment she

entered the courtyard.

"You two aren't living together anymore?" Deanna asked, an alert glint in her eyes.

"No. I'm staying at Pearl Palms," Ronan replied, casually twirling his teacup in his hand.

"Everything's in the past now, right, Ronan?" Deanna probed further.

"Yes."

Hearing Ronan's response, Deanna finally relaxed. After all, Ronan was divorced from Cordelia, they

were living separately, and Cordelia was carrying Jamie's child. There was no more room for Cordelia

in Ronan's life. With the thorn removed from her side, Deanna could finally breathe easy.

"How's Samantha? How's she doing?" Ronan suddenly asked.

Deanna was taken aback, "Why do you care?"