The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 450

Cordelia saw Ronan emerge and get into his car.

His car was parked close to where Cordelia was standing. Standing outside the driver's side door, she approached and asked Ronan, "How did your chat go?"

She was still on her cell phone, covering the mouthpiece. She sounded a bit distracted.

"How, did, the, chat, go?" Ronan repeated each word, one by one.

Earlier, Cordelia had left halfway through their meeting, very much like a sharp-eyed matchmaker clearing the way for lovers. Now, she was asking him how the chat went.

"Uh-huh." Cordelia nodded.

"I've got a car, a house, money, and she is talented. A perfect match," Ronan said.

"That's not what I meant," Cordelia replied, her face crinkling into a scowl. "Why are you being so sarcastic? She's interested in her husband, not you. She wanted to catch up with an old classmate. Besides, you're in your early thirties, isn't it a bit nauseating to still be dating? Why would I even think along those lines?"

Ronan stared at Cordelia, laughing out of sheer frustration. What a way to phrase "early thirties.” "So, only you, a twenty-something, is allowed to date? Old people aren't allowed to be in love?" Ronan mocked himself as an "old person."

Cordelia didn’t have a response. He obviously was hinting at something. Lately, Harold had been pursuing her relentlessly. The whole campus was aware of it, and Ronan was using this to his advantage.

But she didn't want to date a younger man, she even thought the idea of being single her whole life was quite appealing.

Cordelia lowered her gaze. In the moonlight, Cordelia’s face was dazzling. Ronan thought of Harold's painting titled "Porcelain," and felt a surge of anger.