The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 100

Cordelia stood there for a long time, zoned out, until Brooklyn called her out of it.

"What did she chat with you about? Don't let her words get to you." Brooklyn warned Cordelia.

"She said I looked shabby." Cordelia casually replied.

"Come on, let's go shopping. Let's use Mr. Evans' money. That's what he gets for keeping a mistress!" Even though Brooklyn also knew not to fully trust Deanna's words, the house was indeed Ronan's, and Deanna probably wouldn't lie about that.

Pissed off, Cordelia and Brooklyn hopped into a car and went to a mall. They didn't go to Lumos Enterprises. They did not want to spend Ronan's money at his own store, because wouldn't that be just making him richer?

Without hesitation, Cordelia shot Ronan a text. [Need money to buy clothes!]

It'd been a while since Ronan had given Cordelia any money. Upon receiving Cordelia's message, he was a bit puzzled, but he still asked. [How much?]

[Twenty grand.]

In no time, Cordelia received a transfer of twenty thousand. She didn't expect Ronan to be so generous.

Unlike Brooklyn, besides being angry that Ronan was keeping a mistress, Cordelia was more upset that he didn't mention the past. He only knew the cornea wasn't his, but didn't know about the person who donated the cornea.

Cordelia felt like crying. She bought a lot of clothes in the mall, all high-end brands, each piece costing several thousand dollars.

When she got home, she was wearing a high-end cashmere sweater and a miniskirt, with high leather boots on her feet, and her hands full of shopping bags.

Ronan was sitting on the sofa downstairs, reading a book. One look at the bags in Cordelia's hands, and Ronan knew they were expensive.

"What? You want me to wear a two-hundred-dollar shirt, while you buy such expensive clothes?" Ronan teased Cordelia, joking around with her.

Cordelia ignored him, went straight upstairs, and started crying on her bed, feeling sorry for her father. But she knew, even if she felt sorry, she couldn't bring it up with Ronan because her father told her not to, and Ronan wouldn't like it. Besides, his affair with Deanna was a long-standing issue, whether Cordelia was there or not, it wouldn't affect their relationship. Cordelia was just a tool, to be tossed aside once she'd outlived her usefulness.

"Who's been messing with my girl? Spill." Ronan walked upstairs, and put his book on the side table next to the sofa, acting all high and mighty.

Cordelia knew she couldn't utter a word about the unfairness she'd suffered tonight, or she'd seem petty.

"Nothing." Cordelia wiped her tears, sat on the bed, knees curled up, and picked up a book pretending to read.

"Not talking?" Ronan asked again, his tone getting heavier.

"Stop asking." Cordelia's voice was hoarse from crying, and she even lifted her arm to wipe more tears, looking pitiful.