The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 132

Cordelia dove right back into work as soon as she got to the office, completely forgetting about her phone. It wasn't until Brooklyn sent her a voice message that she remembered. Since her computer couldn't play voice messages, she had to search for her phone, but no luck.

She wondered if she left it in Ronan's car at lunch. She called Ronan on the office phone to ask him if he'd seen her phone.

"When did you sneak your phone into my pocket?" Ronan teased Cordelia, "I'm heading out to a meeting now, I'll bring it home for you tonight."

"Okay." After hanging up, Cordelia converted Brooklyn's voice message into text. The gist of it was: "I heard Adrian showed up today, and Deanna is still filming in the lobby. It's such a blatant provocation, so shameless. How could Mr. Evans agree to let her film a commercial here?!"

Cordelia responded with: "Just focus on your work."

"Alright, didn't expect to get caught slacking off by the wife of the president."

Cordelia didn't reply. As for Brooklyn's question, Cordelia understood. Deanna was, after all, his old flame, and lending her a venue for filming was no biggie.

Ronan went to Shelley's room, Shelley was awake, her gazes soft.

"So you're the one..."

Trina was about to speak but was cut off by Ronan. "You should leave for now."

Trina left reluctantly without finishing her sentence.

Dressed in expensive clothes, Ronan exuded an aura of nobility that had Trina obeying him without thinking.

"You're back?" said Shelley to Ronan.

"Yes."

"You know everything? Did Della tell you?" Shelley continued.

"Yes." Ronan went along with Shelley's words, but he had no idea what Cordelia had told him.

Shelley's head was initially turned towards Ronan, but then she stared back at the ceiling, "Castiel can finally rest in peace. He didn't want Della to tell you back then because he didn't want you to feel guilty, thinking you owed us something. He wanted you to move on."

Next, Shelley grasped Ronan's hand, staring deeply into his eyes. That intense gaze was just like how Cordelia occasionally looked at him. A feeling of dread crept up on Ronan.