The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 493

“Recently, I haven’t been cooking much; let me know how it tastes,” Cordelia said, acting proper and appropriate in front of Petra.

Ronan and Petra’s meals were separate, and Petra felt like a third wheel, uncomfortably out of place.

“Besides this fish, the rest is pretty average,” Ronan commented.

Cordelia was lost for words. Other than the fish that she had bought, everything else was her own cooking. She suspected that Ronan knew this and was teasing her on purpose, trying to embarrass her. Ignoring him, Cordelia sat by the bed, watching the child.

The fish was from the cafeteria, where Petra ate daily, so naturally, she knew. She laughed and said, “Stop teasing Cordelia, look, she’s blushing.”

It was almost December, and the darkness fell early. The curtains in the hospital room weren’t drawn, and Cordelia’s glowing face contrasted sharply against the black night outside. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes were filled with an innocent naivety, quite childlike, even though she was a mother herself now.

Perhaps due to the teasing from Ronan and Petra, Cordelia felt a little upset. “You two, it’s so easy for you to bring others down.”

Ronan and Petra exchanged glances. That single glance made Petra’s heart flutter. She knew that Ronan’s glance at her was more for Cordelia’s sake, as she saw his attention return to Cordelia shortly after. So, whether it was Petra sitting here today or not, Ronan would’ve shared that look. Petra suddenly felt a pang of jealousy towards Cordelia.

“How are you getting back? With us?” Ronan asked Cordelia.

Cordelia thought for a moment. “How much longer till IV is done?”

“Three hours?” Ronan asked, turning to Petra for confirmation.

Petra nodded.

“No, I have to get up early tomorrow. Besides, don’t you have to carry the child upstairs when you get back? The faculty building doesn’t have an elevator, so Petra won’t be able to carry the child up alone. You two better eat up. I'll wash the dishes once you're done," Cordelia suggested.

Just then, Cordelia's phone buzzed with a text on Messenger. [Hey, Cordelia. I'm in Birchwood, are you free?]