The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 167

Seated in the living room were executives from Lumos Enterprises. It was a tradition for them to visit Ronan after Christmas every year.

Cordelia was clueless about this during her first visit to the Evans family, and Ronan didn't bother to tell her either.

Her hair was uncombed, her face unwashed, and with a languid coquettishness, she opened her mouth to say, "Hi Ms. Emily, Mr. Emerson, Wyatt."

The room was full of executives. When everyone's eyes turned to her, Cordelia awkwardly said, "I'll just grab a package at the door."

She beat a hasty retreat as if avoiding a plague. As she approached the living room door, she quickly turned the garbage bag around in front of her.

So embarrassing, they must have seen it, given that the trash bag was transparent.

Cordelia, not having the time to put on her down jacket, bolted to the front door where the courier was waiting. She first tossed the trash bag into the big bin next to her.

"Ms. Haselwood?" the courier asked Cordelia.

"Yes."

"Please check and sign."

In front of Cordelia was a big package. The delivery note read: dried flower products.

She was sure that Ronan would never send her such a thing. He was not a romantic guy and never gave her such presents.

"Who sent this?" Cordelia asked.

"I don't know, it was sent anonymously. But the sender's address is Roseville."

The courier took out a huge teddy bear made of dried roses. It was really cute.

"No damage, miss."

Cordelia signed. Suddenly, she remembered what Jamie had told her on Christmas. He said he would send her a gift.

She was startled. Was he really making such a joke with her? With all the executives in the living room and Ronan being a jealous guy, wasn't she asking for trouble?

Cordelia looked at the delivery note. The sender's address was indeed Roseville and it was anonymous. She decided to pretend she didn't know it was from Jamie and pretended it was from Ronan.

"Ms. Haselwood, where should I put this?" the courier asked.

"Well, just put it in the living room, thanks."

Cordelia nervously followed the courier into the living room. The courier put the flowers next to the TV.

"Thanks, honey. I love it." Cordelia grinned.

Ronan glared at the bouquet, his eyes seemingly spitting fire. He definitely didn't send the flowers. The only one who would give a woman such a thing must be a man, and he had a hunch about who that man was.

Since the executives were present, despite the coldness in his eyes, he had to keep a smile, "Glad you like it." He would settle accounts after the executives left.