The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 400

“Miss Tabitha? I got your number from my brother. He told me about your heart condition, and that having a child could be life-threatening. You don’t have to risk your life for me, I’m backing out! Go ahead and have his child.” It was Cordelia’s voice.

“Are you Mrs. Evans? I don’t want to be a home wrecker, that’s not ethical.” Tabitha feigned reluctance. She knew, the more she tried to shrug it off, the more guilty Cordelia would feel.

“We’ve been divorced for a while now.” And with that, Cordelia hung up.

“Who was that?” Alana asked Tabitha.

“Oh, that was Cordelia. She wants me to have Ronan’s child,” Tabitha said. “I used Adrian this time, and made him relay the news of my pregnancy to Cordelia. She would definitely believe this.”

Alana burst into laughter, a triumphant sound that seemed to echo through the walls. “She believed it; she finally believed it. She’s heartbroken, crushed! I did it!”

By the time Cordelia got home, it was already eight. She carried a pile of new clothes. In fact, she was still somewhat skeptical about Tabitha’s pregnancy. But as the saying goes, where there’s smoke, there’s fire. And with Adrian behaving as if he wanted to kill Ronan, she was inclined to believe it.

Cordelia felt exhausted. She didn’t want to dwell on it anymore; she wanted to move on.

When she got home, Olen and Amanda were sitting on the couch. Cordelia couldn’t help but think of Ronan’s confession at the police station whenever she saw Olen’s calm demeanor.

Right now, her mother had already been cremated, while Olen was sitting here comfortably.

When she entered the bedroom, Ronan was already there waiting for her. “What took you so long?” He asked.

“You burned all my clothes, so I had to go and buy new ones,” Cordelia said casually.

Ronan noticed something off about her tone and her expression. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing, just feeling a bit upset about leaving our child behind,” she said.

“Only the child?”

Cordelia thought for a moment. “And you.”

“I bought you some things. Take them with you. Your rented apartment looks like a dump,” Ronan said, pointing to a bunch of stuff on the table – an electric toothbrush, facial cleanser, clothes, even tampons.

“Okay,” Cordelia said.