The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 510

After Ronan returned to his bedroom, Janice went to report to him, "Mr. Evans, Ms. Cordelia has gone

to the nursery to sleep again."

Ronan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Let her be."

Tomorrow, Cordelia had a lecture to attend, plus a meeting at Empower Operations in the afternoon.

She needed to hit the hay early and beat the morning rush.

The next day, in the living room.

"I've got a meeting back at Empower Operations this afternoon. Are you coming?" she asked Ronan,

who was lounging on the couch with a book in his hands.

"Heading out?" Ronan looked up at her, eyebrow quirked.

"Yeah. If you're going, I can hitch a ride with you." Cordelia figured Ronan probably wouldn't be leaving,

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Ronan pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Nope." While waiting for the call to connect, he

looked up at Cordelia and said.

Cordelia went back to Callum's room to pack her stuff.

The call was picked up on the other end.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Birchwood today?" Ronan spoke into the phone. "Peter asked you guys

to go house hunting."

"I already picked out the ones I liked from the brochures..."

"Alright, swing by later to pick up Cordelia. She's heading back to Birchwood."

"Bro, come on, that's not fair..."

Ronan hung up. Soon after, his phone pinged several times. He kept his eyes on his book, not

bothering to check. Even without looking, he knew who was messaging and what about. It would be

Emerson.

[When did I plan on going to Birchwood?]

[Are you the only one calling the shots about Birchwood, and we just have to follow orders?]

[Am I being used by you again? Just say you want me to drop Cordelia off at Birchwood, why beat

around the bush?]

Ronan knew that, in the end, Emerson would show up as he was told. Sure enough, twenty minutes

later, Emerson arrived in his understated yet luxurious Phaeton.

Just then, Cordelia emerged from her room, bag in hand.

"Cordelia, you're off? Perfect timing; I'm on my way to an Empower Operations meeting, too. Peter's

got us a bunch of houses to choose from. I've got to pick one out. Let's roll." Emerson, holding his car

keys, didn't even sit down.

"Give me a sec to say bye to the kiddo." After saying that, Cordelia headed to the nursery. She came

back about ten minutes later, her eyes a tad red.

Emerson, seeing Cordelia's pitiful look, couldn't help but soften. He shot Ronan a displeased look,

blaming him for his lack of compassion. Yet, Ronan remained impassive, utterly unaffected.

Cordelia got in the car, her heart no longer set on returning to Birchwood. She wished she could stay

home and spend more time with the child.

"How much longer until you make professor at Birchwood College?" Emerson tried to lighten the mood,

deliberately avoiding the topic of her child.

"Well, it depends on the number of papers I publish. I'm leading a national project right now, so it

should be pretty quick."

"That's my girl, bright as ever. You were my student after all, weren’t you?"

Cordelia cracked a smile, though she wasn't too keen on dredging up the past. "Oh, by the way, how

big a house are you planning to buy? What made you decide to get one in Birchwood?" she asked

Emerson.

"Lumos Enterprises is behind the construction. You can bet on top-notch quality. Plus, Mr. Evans is in

talks with the city to bring in new schools, so these are going to be prime school district homes. I

reckon the property values could shoot up to sixty or seventy grand. He's offering us an eighty percent

deal, so I'm thinking of snagging three units, each a thousand square feet, for investment, and one two-

thousand square footer for myself." Emerson was beaming, feeling like he had finally caught a break.

Cordelia looked at Emerson in disbelief. "You're loaded, huh?"