The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 388

Both Ronan and Cordelia turned their eyes toward the door.

Cordelia rose, and upon opening it, Taylor stood there. She grabbed Cordelia's hand, who then swiftly closed the door behind them.

"Here!" Taylor handed over a box to Cordelia.

"What is it?" Cordelia asked, lowering her gaze to see what she was holding.

It was a box of condoms.

Cordelia blushed. "What are you implying?"

"If he was asking for nude photos when he couldn't see you, who knows what he could do now that he can? Better safe than sorry. He's a creep; don't let yourself end up pregnant," Taylor sternly warned Cordelia.

"That won't happen. He may not even stay here," Cordelia tried to reassure herself.

"Who are you kidding?" Taylor responded sharply. "Just keep it."

With that, Taylor retreated back to her room.

Cordelia looked at the box of condoms, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She remembered Ronan’s flirtations with Tabitha, their rumored trysts. Though the rumors may have been false, there was no smoke without fire.

She slipped the condoms into her pocket and returned to her room. As soon as she walked in, Ronan asked her, "What's in your pocket?"

Caught off guard by Taylor's interruption, she had completely forgotten what she and Ronan had been talking about before she stepped out.

"Huh?" Cordelia looked down at her pocket, now bulging slightly.

"Nothing. We hadn’t finished our conversation. Why is Alana out to get me?" Cordelia asked, absentmindedly tidying her bed as she spoke.

"Some old drama. I don't really care," Ronan dismissed the topic.

The room fell into silence, and the quiet air slowly fermented into a tense and ambiguous atmosphere. Cordelia felt her cheeks flush under its influence.

"Where are you staying tonight?" Cordelia asked, her voice quivering slightly.