The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan) novel Chapter 8

Mom's surgery and hospital bills hadn't been paid off yet, and it was making Cordelia edgy. Dr. Devon told her today was the final deadline for payment.

But when she saw Jordan, was still in a meeting in the company conference room, she guessed Ronan was probably in there as well. Sending him a message now would not be the best timing; it would rub him the wrong way. All she could do was wait patiently.

Past 10 p.m., after working overtime, Cordelia trudged into the elevator, utterly exhausted. It just so happened, that Ronan was already in the elevator when she got in.

Seeing Ronan seemed to perk her up a bit, and she moved to stand in a corner of the elevator.

The money issue had been gnawing at her for a while now. “Mr. Evans,” She said, plucking up her courage when she saw no one else was around.

“Mm?” Ronan replied casually, standing in front of Cordelia without turning around to look at her.

Their conversation was nothing like what you'd expect from a married couple.

“I remember the contract mentioned a down payment of 200,000 after signing… that money…” She treaded carefully since she was talking about asking for money.

“You haven't gotten it yet?” Ronan asked, still not turning around to look at her.

“Mm, not yet.”

“You in a hurry?”

Cordelia was so anxious she was about to tear her hair out. The day was almost over.

“I thought the lawyer had transferred it to you already. Send me your bank account number.” Ronan was straightforward, not dwelling on whether she was in a hurry or not. He asked for her account number directly.

This straightforwardness made Cordelia feel a bit relieved. “I’ll send it to you once I get on the bus.”

When they got to the first floor, Ronan left the elevator without a word.

The bus wasn't crowded. Cordelia got on, took out her bank card, and sent Ronan a clear picture of the card number. Not long after, she received a transfer of 200,000.

Just when Cordelia was inwardly praising Ronan for being so decisive, she received another message from him. [If you were a little more diligent and typed the numbers, the transfer might have been 30 seconds faster.]

Was he calling her lazy?

Cordelia was worried this would affect her marriage performance and felt the need to over-explain. [Oh, Mr. Evans, the bus was crowded, it was inconvenient to type.]