The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 386

"Clap, clap, clap."

Ronan applauded thrice. "Impressive story. But don't cross my line! Otherwise, I'll act upon my words. Don't mess with me, and especially not with her! If you do, you will get to know the consequences."

With that, Ronan rose from his seat and left.

Alana tightly clenched the corner of her throw pillow, wondering how her people could have been so inept to let Ronan discover their plan so quickly and utterly crush it!

Alana stood in front of her couch for a moment before making a call to her subordinate. "Get Allison over here!"

"Okay."

Allison was Alana's former assistant.

After returning to his office, Ronan began packing his things. Emerson walked in. "What's the rush, bro? Going on a business trip?"

"I’m going abroad!"

"Which country?"

"What do you think?" Ronan challenged Emerson without even raising his head.

Emerson was shocked. "The U.S.? Really? Has hell frozen over? Can't bear the loneliness anymore?"

Ronan cast Emerson a reproachful look. "What you think is what you see," Ronan retorted.

"So, is that not what you're thinking?"

Ronan remained silent.

Emerson pulled out his phone. "Need me to book your flight?"

"No need, I have an assistant for that," Ronan replied while dialing his driver to wait for him downstairs to go to the airport.

"Can't sit still for a minute!" Emerson exclaimed, watching Ronan's retreating figure.

"I just want a degree that can give me some confidence."

"You can teach at Birchwood College. It's a noble profession. Besides, you're a finance major, so you could also take up part-time independent directorships and such. They pay well," Petra suggested.

Cordelia considered Petra's suggestion thoughtfully. It was a new career path for her to ponder. The women shared a lot of drinks and words, some spoken, some left unsaid.

After having a few too many drinks, Cordelia wanted to get home early. Luckily, she bumped into Taylor on her way out. Both of them ascended to their respective apartments.

As Cordelia opened her door, she had a start. A tall man was standing by her writing desk, flipping through her books. He donned a black woolen coat. At first, she thought it was the man in the black suit she had seen before, but upon closer observation, she realized it was—Ronan.

"What are you doing here?" Cordelia plastered herself onto the door in surprise. Her ears pricked, and her eyes were cautiously darting around. She had an inkling the man in the black suit was watching her.

Ronan turned around to look at her. It had been a while. She had lost weight, her hair had grown longer, and her complexion had become even rosier.

"Is this what you've become after leaving me?" Ronan observed the room's furnishings.

It wasn't exactly shabby, but it paled in comparison to any of his residences.