The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 9

Lumos Enterprises was a mile away from school. To make life easier, Cordelia shared a two-bedroom

apartment near the company. Meanwhile, Adrian was living solo in their mom's house.

Saturday, 10 a.m.

Ronan picked up Cordelia from her place.

At Ronan's request, Cordelia was dressed to the nines - white t-shirt, red mini skirt, white sneakers,

looking fresh and full of pep. Young people always looked good no matter how they dressed.

This time, Ronan didn't drive. He and Cordelia were sitting side by side in the back seat. When

Cordelia got in the car, Ronan just glanced at her, not saying a word.

Once they hit the highway, Cordelia suddenly remembered an unresolved issue. Did their marriage of

convenience include sex? She had hastily signed the agreement without asking and was totally thrown

off by her financial straits.

Considering they were putting on a show for Barney and were heading to his place soon, they were

bound to share a room for the night. Would he want to...you know? The thought sent Cordelia into a

flurry of anxiety.

Not sure if the driver knew about her and Ronan's deal, she texted Ronan to avoid the driver

overhearing. [Mr. Evans, does our agreement include that?]

Ronan leisurely picked up his phone when he heard the notification sound and checked the message.

Cordelia sat up straight. From the corner of her eye, she saw Ronan replying rather dismissively. She

tightened her grip on her phone.

Soon, a "1 new message from 1 contact" appeared on her screen. She unlocked her phone to check

her chat with John Doe.

[Which one?]

Cordelia's mind was about to explode. He was being so nonchalant about such an important question.

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[That one.]

After a while, her phone dinged again, she quickly checked her phone.

[What do you think?]

Upon seeing the reply, Cordelia was on the verge of a breakdown and was speechless. Just as

Cordelia was unsure how to respond, she heard him say, "Am I John Doe?"

Caught off guard by his question, she glanced at him. He was looking at her phone. The chat showed

that she was texting John Doe.

"Huh?" Cordelia was confused, but quickly said, "That's just a pseudonym. I was afraid if I put Mr.

Evans, people might figure it out and blow our cover."

She was trying to assure Ronan that she was not blabbing about their relationship, on the contrary, she

was being discreet.

Ronan didn’t want to continue the conversation and turned his gaze back out the window.

Cordelia thought to herself, “Why is Ronan being so cold? Can't he just answer a question properly?”

If he was not answering her on messenger, she would just ask him directly. She didn’t care whether the

driver knew or not.

"Mr. Evans, did you bring condoms?" Cordelia asked Ronan seriously.

She absolutely couldn’t get pregnant. She needed to get her CPA, become a successful career woman,

and make money. She couldn’t let a child obstruct her career.

Hearing Cordelia's question, Ronan turned to look at her, slightly frowning, as if thinking, “Why is this

girl so unladylike?”

"I didn't bring any." After saying that, he looked out the window again.

Cordelia swallowed hard, clearly nervous. But then again, him not bringing a condom could’ve meant

he was not planning on doing it. After the last time, he could’ve been thinking she was a burden and

was having regrets. Now that he was clear-headed, he wouldn't make the same mistake again, right?

Besides, as the president of Lumos Enterprises, why would he want a lowly intern to bear his child?

Feeling relieved, Cordelia let out a sigh.