The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 280

Though Ronan had a complete knowledge of Kendra's movements, he couldn't bring her before Cordelia for confrontation. Regardless of whether Shelley was killed by Olen or Ronan, it was a member of the Evans family who committed the murder. He didn’t want Cordelia to resent him, much less Olen. Therefore, Ronan insisted it was an accident.

On her way home, Cordelia, having nothing better to do, browsed through Facebook. She found a post from several days ago by Deanna. It was a picture of a table filled with delicate dishes, and a caption that read: ‘Dining with my dream guy.’

Deanna had even tagged the location, a fine dining restaurant, with the date coinciding with the day Cordelia had lunch with Brooklyn. During those days, Ronan had been staying at Pearl Palms, with Cordelia unaware of his whereabouts. But she was sure as the sun rose in the east, Deanna's dream guy was Ronan.

Cordelia's eyes flickered with confusion. Had he heard what she had said, especially about her plan to go abroad in January? Did he make her come to the office today just to keep her from leaving?

Cordelia slightly furrowed her brows. Ronan, how could he be so unsettling, always one step ahead?

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A few days later, Cordelia had a prenatal appointment. As the pregnancy progressed, the appointments became more frequent, with blood sugar tests almost every week.

She didn't tell Ronan about this appointment. In fact, she never did. She told Janice in the morning, then texted Tristi via Messenger.

However, Tristi informed Ronan, "Mr. Evans, Mrs. Evans asked me to accompany her to the prenatal check-up today. I'm on my way to Garden Estates."

Ronan responded with a voice message, "Just drop her off and come back."

"Understood." Tristi said.

After arriving at the hospital, Tristi said she would wait downstairs and let Cordelia and Janice go upstairs.

Victoria was on duty that day. Cordelia usually timed her appointments to coincide with Victoria's shifts.

Victoria glanced at Cordelia's health indicators, "Your blood sugar control is good. How about his control?"

"What?" Cordelia was confused.

"I mean your husband, Mr. Evans. Is he still forcing himself on you?" Victoria, as a doctor, didn't feel awkward asking this question.