In the evening, as usual, Cordelia hit the sack in the bedroom next door after getting home.
Ronan didn't beckon her to his bedroom.
Come Saturday morning, when Cordelia woke up, it was already past 10 am.
She was still half asleep. After heading downstairs, she saw Ronan and Barney chit-chatting at the dining table.
She didn't have a clue what time they had breakfast or how long they'd been chatting.
Cordelia was so hungry her stomach was growling.
Ronan threw her a glance and carried on yakking with Barney.
"Ma'am, are you planning on breakfast or lunch?" Janice joked as she saw Cordelia come downstairs.
"Um, just whip up anything for me to munch on, Janice. Thanks." Cordelia was accustomed to doing things herself since she was a kid, so she was not quite used to this cushy life. She always felt like she was putting others out and felt guilty, so her words were always filled with gratitude.
"Sure thing, I've rustled up some spaghetti bolognese for you. It'll be ready in no time.”
"Della, got any plans for today?" Barney asked Cordelia.
Barney's tone with Cordelia was different from when he spoke with Ronan. It was like he was talking to a kid.
Cordelia turned to Ronan, "I visit my mom every Saturday. I'd like to do so this week too. Is that okay with you?"
Ever since Adrian Haselwood blackmailed Ronan, he was in the loop about what was happening at home. So she just laid it out there instead of making up excuses every time she wanted to visit her mom.
"Go ahead." Ronan said.
"Della's mom is sick? And you're not visiting as the son-in-law?" Barney seemed surprised. "That's not how we, the Evans family, act."
Cordelia was taken aback. She was happy enough with Ronan agreeing to let her go. She never expected him to go with her. Or rather, she always knew deep down that their marriage was a sham, so she never thought of asking Ronan to visit her mom.
"Alright." Ronan agreed without a moment's hesitation.
Cordelia felt a bit uneasy. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she wasn't exactly thrilled.
Apparently, not only did he check Logan's computer, he even read this.
She couldn't read Ronan's expression. She didn't know whether he really cared for her or was just messing with her.
"Where do you want me to put the yolk?" Cordelia asked.
He had already finished his breakfast and there were no dishes in front of him.
"Just hand it to me." He said naturally.
Cordelia hesitated. Despite their intimacy in bed, this level of flirtation on sharing food was something they'd never had.
Cordelia carefully held the yolk with one hand while supporting it with the other, fearing it would fall. She fed it to Ronan.
Then she went back to eating, her heart pounding. She heard Ronan say, "Grandpa, please go on."
She tuned out their conversation. All she could think about was the intimate moment she just had with Ronan.
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