The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 10

By the time they arrived at Birchwood, it was already 4 p.m.

Before getting out of the car, Ronan said to Cordelia, "Mind your manners when you address me."

"Huh? What?" Cordelia didn't get it.

"No more, Mr. Evans."

Cordelia thought for a moment, then said without hesitation, "Alright, hubby."

This response was so quick; "hubby" was said so naturally, it surprised Ronan a little. He guessed she probably called her boyfriends that all the time. Girls these days were quite open-minded. This thought made Ronan a bit uncomfortable.

However, Cordelia knew full well. He had given her so much money, she had to put on a more convincing act. Cordelia was always professional, not the kind to work only under pressure from the boss. She was fully aware of her situation.

Upon arriving at Barney's house, Cordelia immediately became serious. She knew she needed to comfort an elderly man with a severe illness, and she was afraid any carelessness could upset Barney. She reminded herself to stay alert.

Ronan's grandfather used to be a law professor at Birchwood College, highly respected within the legal field. He even appeared on TV as a guest, discussing some legal issues in marriage. No wonder Ronan said that his grandfather would be able to tell if the marriage license was fake. How could such an intellectual not see through a fake marriage license?

Ronan's grandmother passed away last year. This year, his grandfather was diagnosed with lung cancer. Ronan had lived with Barney and his grandmother since he was a child, and the bond was very strong. Barney hoped to see Ronan's life complete before he could pass away peacefully.

Barney's kind eyes scanned Cordelia, "How old is Cordelia?"

"Twenty-three," Ronan said.

Cordelia was a little taken aback. How did Ronan know her age? But then she remembered, he had glanced at her driver's license when they registered. That glance allowed him to answer Barney's question very naturally in front of him. He was a crafty one.

"A good bit younger than you," Barney said to Ronan. "eight years?"