The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 446

"You're overthinking!" Cordelia cast a glance at Ronan, then turned her head away.

"Let's go." Ronan shot her a brooding look.

He strode ahead, with Harold and Cordelia trailing behind. Cordelia was slightly panting from trying to

keep up.

Cordelia noticed how tightly Ronan was clenching his fists. This time, Ronan was driving a humble-

looking Phaeton, easily mistaken for an ordinary car.

After pulling up, Cordelia got into the backseat first. As Harold was about to get in, a voice came from

behind, "Harold."

Harold stood on the steps of Empower Operations, conspicuous. He turned towards the voice and saw

Samantha.

"Samantha." he called out.

"Come on, get in. My mom's shopping in the mall over there, I've been waiting here." Samantha had

just parked her car and had been engrossed in her phone.

When Cordelia and Ronan had gotten into the car, she hadn't even looked up. Plus, Ronan was driving

Emerson's car, which Samantha wasn't familiar with.

When she finally looked up, she saw Harold standing on the steps.

"Are you getting in or not?" Ronan asked Harold, rolling down the passenger side window.

"Aren't you going to get in?" Cordelia asked quickly, eager to limit Harold's interaction with Samantha.

Moreover, if he didn't get in, it would be just her and Ronan in the car. Awkward.

"I can't park here too long. Hurry up." Samantha seemed impatient.

Harold knew that an angry girlfriend could be appeased, but an irked relative was a different story. He

might be blacklisted in the family for life. Plus, Samantha had a public image. She'd even autographed

something for him not so long ago. It seemed reasonable to join Samantha in her car.

"I'll find you at school," he told Cordelia.

Ronan's car sped away.

"Who were you talking to just now?" Samantha asked Harold.

"Oh, nobody. Just a coworker." Harold didn't want Samantha to think he was disregarding her for

Cordelia.

In Ronan's car.

He glanced at Cordelia through the rearview mirror. Cordelia was looking out the window the whole

time.

"Jealous?" Ronan asked Cordelia, echoing Harold's earlier question.

Pouting, Cordelia kept her face turned towards the window, ignoring him. After a while, Cordelia turned

back. "Where's Callum?" This question had been bothering her.

"Home." Ronan's answer was succinct.

"I know he's at home. Who's with him?"

"Emerson."

Cordelia finally relaxed.

"How did you meet Harold?" She asked Ronan, frowning slightly.

Ronan smirked. "I should ask you the same question. How do you manage to become a maneater?

From thirty-six to early twenties."

"I've never 'eaten' you!" Cordelia retorted, her face turning slightly red.

"You've 'eaten' plenty in bed!" Ronan shot back swiftly.

Flushing crimson, Cordelia was at a loss for words. She wasn't sure what he meant by 'eating.'

As the conversation veered towards risqué territory, she looked out the window in silence. "You're not

that old." She finally said.

Ronan chuckled. A cold "Thank you" slipped from his lips.

"How did you really meet him?" She asked again after a moment. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Afraid of getting caught? Relax, I won't expose you. And he kid doesn't even know you're his mom; he

wouldn't expose you."

Hearing, "The kid doesn't even know you're his mom," Cordelia felt a pang of heartache. But she

brought it upon herself, didn't she?

Cordelia thought for a moment, then changed the subject. "Petra wants to invite you for dinner."

"What? So now you're pimping her out?"

"I..."

He didn't give her a chance to defend herself. His words were sharp and sarcastic. Cordelia felt like

crying.