The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 260

Around half-past five in the afternoon, Ronan rapped on Cordelia's bedroom door. "Dinner time," he said.

Cordelia had been engrossed in writing in her diary on her desk. After last night with Ronan, she felt a mix of regret and guilt. The regret stemmed from the fact that she had let things come to this point despite having had the chance to avoid it all by staying abroad. The guilt was because she couldn't help thinking about her late mother. After all, Ronan was the man responsible for her death.

Cordelia was stuck in this emotional turmoil, biting her lip in silence. Ronan's sudden knock on the door had made her shiver.

"What are you afraid of?" Ronan asked her.

"Nothing. It's just that it was so quiet, and you startled me when you spoke," she said, getting up and heading to the dining table. She had deliberately put on a fluffy pajama set, hiding the pendant Jamie had given her beneath the collar.

Ronan's culinary skills were average, but he had managed to cook a fish and some veggies.

They ate in silence. Cordelia thought to herself that despite Ronan believing the baby wasn't his, he still took care of her. She owed him some gratitude, at least.

Moreover, she had guessed that Manda's imprisonment might have had something to do with her pushing Cordelia down the stairs. Although she didn't agree with Ronan's methods, he had done it for her, hadn't he?

And as Marian had pointed out, although he hadn't said a word about it, he had indeed helped her win the contract from PrimeBuild Contractors, helping her establish her reputation in the company.

She had harbored resentment against him all this while, but he had never defended himself. He had always been responsible, hadn't he?

Cordelia felt that her hatred for him was slowly fading with time. There had been affection between them before.

She picked up a piece of fish and put it in his bowl. Then, she continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

"For me?" he asked Cordelia.

She had been living in a rented apartment without a bathtub before, and when she lived at Jamie's house, she felt a bit awkward using the bathtub in the private bathroom of her room, feeling as if someone would walk in at any moment. In this house, Cordelia felt an unprecedented sense of security, and combined with the comfort of soaking in the tub, she almost fell asleep.

She was wondering why her postgraduate offer hadn't come yet. What would she do once the baby was born? If she had to go abroad alone with two children, it would obviously be very inconvenient. She was in two minds about whether to tell Ronan that the babies were his.

Cordelia had soaked in the tub for over an hour. She first lifted one leg out of the tub, and as she tried to lift the other, she slipped and fell on the floor. Fortunately, she had managed to grab the edge of the tub with both hands. If she had let go even a bit, she would have fallen.

Cordelia was at the edge, physically strained. "Ronan, Ronan, help me... help me," she called out from the bathroom. But with the house's excellent soundproofing, could he hear her?

"Ronan..."

"Ronan... Honey..." In desperation, Cordelia called out 'honey,' hoping that a soft word might prompt him to help her.