The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 20

Ronan thought that Cordelia must have met up with Jamie yesterday. Otherwise, why would Jamie suddenly spam her with messages? Or maybe it was just that he didn’t realize Jamie was always sending countless messages every time.

Ronan felt slightly relieved. After all, she was a woman who kept her word.

"You got to be more upfront with me. If you need something, just let me know." Ronan leaned against the headboard, lighting up a cigarette.

Cordelia shut her eyes, not uttering a word. She didn’t know how she was being dishonest. This whole ordeal had put a lot of pressure on Cordelia. Remembering how she was desperate to see him before, she felt like she’d wasted her sincerity.

After it was all over, Cordelia laid down on her side, but couldn’t fall asleep. Picking up her phone, she saw Jamie’s messages.

She then realized why Ronan acted the way he did; perhaps he saw all the messages from Jamie on her phone and assumed she’d met up with him. To Ronan, Jamie was Cordelia’s current boyfriend. And of course, if they met up, they’d be all over each other.

That was why Ronan was being rash, he’d mentioned before that he hated that sort of thing.

So, Cordelia clarified, "Mr. Evans, as I've told you before, I'm a professional. Once I take a job, I don't stick around with others. You can trust me on that."

"A job?" Ronan asked.

"Yeah. You pay and I work." Cordelia replied, showing a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"You're doing a good job." Ronan hinted, his tone softening. Perhaps his suspicions were eased.

"Mr. Evans, I think it's important you understand, we don't have real feelings for each other." Cordelia said seriously.

Cordelia looked at the fifty thousand and texted Ronan: [What’s this for?]

After a while, Ronan replied: [You’re skilled in bed.]

Cordelia’s face turned bright red. To hide her embarrassment, she quickly turned to look out the car window. She hadn’t realized that he was supposed to pay her after every sexual encounter.

[If I’m good, Mr. Evans, you'll probably come back for more. Regulars are always better than newbies. Mr. Evans, you're a generous man.] Cordelia sarcastically replied.

[If you want me to come back more often, you’ll have to improve your skills.] Ronan replied.

[Okay, as long as there’s money involved, I’m motivated. I’m a newbie, I can't match a veteran like you. I need to keep practicing and learning.] After sending the messages, Cordelia tossed her phone onto the seat and closed her eyes to take some rest.