The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 330

Around 11 o'clock, Ronan and Cordelia disembarked from the bus and took a stroll.

The long bus ride had left them drained.

Feeling parched, Ronan popped into a convenience store and grabbed a soda.

He was sporting a jacket, with his hands tucked into his pockets, nonchalantly flipping the jacket back to reveal his grey shirt.

He stood by the roadside, tilting his head back to drink the soda, and his Adam's apple was bobbing. He looked utterly attractive.

Cordelia watched him from the side, then, she captured this moment with a quick snap of her camera.

She even intentionally blurred the surroundings, leaving only the image of him drinking soda. Under the sunlight, he looked sexy and desirable.

Cordelia's heart fluttered.

She posted the photo on Facebook. As Ronan had said the night before, he didn't mind appearing on her Facebook.

In fact, he seemed slightly miffed that he didn't appear on her Facebook.

Moreover, the provocative intent behind Deanna's Facebook post yesterday was so evident that Cordelia naturally wanted to respond in kind.

The photo of Ronan was incredibly handsome and appealing, the bobbing of his Adam's apple would surely lure many women.

Cordelia had even crafted a caption. [He's back. The boy with the soda!]

He was indeed brimming with a youthful charm.

After resting for a while, Cordelia and Ronan caught another bus.

During the ride, Cordelia checked her phone and noticed that this was the most liked and commented post she'd ever had.

In just a few minutes, she received over three hundred likes and nearly a hundred comments.

Most were compliments about "Mr. Evans' good looks." After all, flattering the boss never hurts.

Brooklyn asked, [Did Mr. Evans go out with you?]

Cordelia replied, [Yeah.]

Cordelia nudged Ronan, who was sitting next to her. "Your employees are complimenting your good looks."

"Who?" He asked, expressionless.

"I'll screenshot it for you."

Ronan glared at her. "Cordelia, would it kill you to say something nice?"

"It wouldn't kill me, but it would be embarrassing." Cordelia grabbed Ronan's hand, and they strolled back home.

By the time they reached their front steps, Cordelia was utterly exhausted. She stood there, unable to take another step.

Ronan continued to walk ahead, ignoring her.

"Wait up," she pleaded from behind.

Ronan didn't listen because he'd already pressed the elevator button.

"The reason I let you appear on my Facebook is to announce to everyone that you're mine. Don't you understand that? Is that nice enough?" Cordelia was somewhat frustrated.

After a while, Ronan finally turned his head. "Aren't you coming?"

"But I can't move."

Ronan, resigned, walked over to Cordelia, and picked her up.

Lifting Cordelia now required a great deal of effort.