The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 220

That night, Ronan didn't come back.

Brooklyn asked Cordelia to grab a bite with her. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Neither of them had the appetite, which was a stark contrast from their usual selves.

Brooklyn held Cordelia's hand tight, "Cordelia, don't be like this. We're all torn up about Shelley's

passing. We all know it wasn't an accident but the cops ruled it as one. What can we do?"

"You think it wasn't an accident too?" Cordelia asked.

"Yeah, we all do. I heard Ronan had Shelley's body cremated way too soon. Also, why did you sleep

for so long?" Brooklyn asked Cordelia.

Cordelia frowned slightly. If she wasn't mistaken, she had been out cold for four days and three nights.

In those four days, he had settled everything.

Cordelia suspected that Ronan had spiked her food or drink with sleeping pills.

If he had nothing to hide, why the rush? Why drug her so that she would be absent when the police

came for questioning?

"Also, today Ronan had your office desk cleared out. Where are you going?" Brooklyn asked Cordelia.

"Probably US. I told him I was leaving the country. He might not want me to go as Jamie is going there

at the end of the year. But I'm adamant about leaving. After what happened to Shelley, he has no

choice but to agree." Cordelia's gaze became sharp.

Brooklyn wanted to say something but hesitated.

"What is it?" Cordelia asked her.

"You leaving the country means you probably won't be coming back for a while. What about you and

Ronan?” Brooklyn asked.

"I was planning on divorcing him anyway. Ronan is loaded. Money can do anything. It can silence cops,

and he can easily find other women. We'll live our separate lives. That’s the end of story." Cordelia was

cold and dismissive.

"But you guys looked like you were getting along so well before." Brooklyn said.

Cordelia gave a cold laugh, "Did we?"

He was suspicious of her and Logan at first, then Jamie. He had always been a paranoid one.

The only good times she had with Ronan came recently, but they were about to end.

She had to grow up fast to stop living in his shadow, depending on his money, and putting up with his

moods.

"When you leave, Edwin and I will see you off. With all the rumors going around the company, it might

be best for you to stay away." Brooklyn said.

Cordelia nodded.

She stayed at Shelley's house for ten days. Before she left, she put a photo of Shelley in her wallet.

From then on, she was an orphan.

Even though Shelley was bedridden and couldn't speak before, Cordelia had hope that one day she

would wake up.

But now, because of Ronan, all hope was gone.

Cordelia lowered her head.

Two days later, Cordelia received her last paycheck from the company. It was for a month and a half,

around 30 grand, and a severance pay of 50 grand in total.

Ronan personally delivered her passport.

"I've transferred 20 million into your account." Ronan told her.

"Thank you, Mr. Evans." Cordelia said calmly.

Now that Ronan had transferred a large amount of money to her, she didn't feel any discomfort.

Perhaps it was because of Olen that Shelley died.

Cordelia accepted it without burden.

"Mr. Evans?" Ronan frowned at her.

In the past, she called him Mr. Evans. Then hubby, Ronan, and now back to the beginning.

Calling him that before was out of respect; now it was to distance herself.

"Not Mr. Evans?" She retorted.

"I'm still your husband. And…" Ronan stepped forward, grabbing Cordelia's chin, "behave yourself

overseas. If you betray me, you know the consequences."

Cordelia found it amusing. Didn't he know why she was leaving the country?

Did he still expect her to be loyal to him?

"What if I betray you? Would you kill me? I know murder is not foreign to Mr. Evans. You can do

whatever you want in this country, be with whoever you want. It's none of my business. After all, ours

was a marriage of convenience. Am I more generous?" Cordelia held his gaze.

Ronan clenched his teeth, "Don't care, huh? Just wait and see."

"No need to wait. As soon as I leave, many women will flock to Mr. Evans. You're filthy rich." Cordelia

taunted him.

In a fit of anger, Ronan threw Cordelia onto the bed and started to unbuckle his belt.

"What else can you do besides forcing me?" Cordelia scoffed without resistance.

After all, this wasn't the first time Ronan had forced himself on her.

Afterwards, she went downstairs to buy a morning-after pill and took it right in front of Ronan.

Ronan just laughed coldly.