The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 359

The luxury business car of the mysterious man kicked up a cloud of dust as it sped away. It was clear they were using fake plates. Cordelia had a sinking feeling that she'd just bumped into some powerful underworld organization. A shiver ran down her spine.

"Cordelia, are you okay?" Brooklyn jogged over. "Who were they? Why were they looking for you?"

She also gave Cordelia's outfit a quick once-over. It was intact, so hopefully, nothing untoward had happened. "Oh, no biggie, just something about Samantha." Cordelia hugged herself, shivering. "I just want to get home quickly."

"Okay, got it." With that, Brooklyn flagged down a cab.

On the way home, Cordelia's mind was a whirlwind. Initially, the decision to go abroad or not was solely hers to make. Now, she had no other choice but to leave.

Those people were capable of anything, dark and powerful, like rats in a gutter, always catching you off guard. They might even have been responsible for the death of Cordelia's grandmother. For Ronan to engage with such individuals would be a total waste of time and would only lower his standards.

Cordelia didn't want that for him. However, she couldn't tell Ronan anything.

"Brooklyn, you must not tell Ronan about what happened tonight. Otherwise, any bloodshed that befalls our family in the future will be on your hands." Cordelia intentionally exaggerated the consequences to ensure Brooklyn took the matter seriously. Sure enough, Brooklyn took it very seriously, nodding her head emphatically.

By the time Cordelia got home, it was already nine o'clock.

"You're just getting home?" Ronan scrutinized her from his perch on the bedroom sofa, seemingly displeased.

"Yes."

"What were you up to?"

"Met some people in the film industry. Their wives are quite impressive, PhDs and all that, keeping their husbands on a tight leash. I was thinking I might want to do the same to you," Cordelia replied.

"You don't need to."

Cordelia furrowed her brows. "You're misunderstanding this. It's not because of them. I told you long ago about my intention to pursue further studies. I think now is the perfect time."

"Don't bring this up again," Ronan issued a final ultimatum to Cordelia. "Also, either stay or, if you leave, don't come back. I mean what I say."

With that, Ronan stood up to go to the bathroom. Cordelia paused for a moment, then said, "Fine!"

"What?" Ronan's steps halted.

"I... will never come back!" Cordelia's words echoed around the room, and her heart was sinking to the pit of her stomach.

Ronan's words, once uttered, were like water spilled, irrevocable. He turned around to look at Cordelia. "Did my words conveniently give you a reason to never return?" Ronan asked her.