The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 132

Cordelia dove right back into work as soon as she got to the office, completely forgetting about her

phone. It wasn't until Brooklyn sent her a voice message that she remembered. Since her computer

couldn't play voice messages, she had to search for her phone, but no luck.

She wondered if she left it in Ronan's car at lunch. She called Ronan on the office phone to ask him if

he'd seen her phone.

"When did you sneak your phone into my pocket?" Ronan teased Cordelia, "I'm heading out to a

meeting now, I'll bring it home for you tonight." NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

"Okay." After hanging up, Cordelia converted Brooklyn's voice message into text. The gist of it was: "I

heard Adrian showed up today, and Deanna is still filming in the lobby. It's such a blatant provocation,

so shameless. How could Mr. Evans agree to let her film a commercial here?!"

Cordelia responded with: "Just focus on your work."

"Alright, didn't expect to get caught slacking off by the wife of the president."

Cordelia didn't reply. As for Brooklyn's question, Cordelia understood. Deanna was, after all, his old

flame, and lending her a venue for filming was no biggie.

Ronan went to Shelley's room, Shelley was awake, her gazes soft.

"So you're the one..."

Trina was about to speak but was cut off by Ronan. "You should leave for now."

Trina left reluctantly without finishing her sentence.

Dressed in expensive clothes, Ronan exuded an aura of nobility that had Trina obeying him without

thinking.

"You're back?" said Shelley to Ronan.

"Yes."

"You know everything? Did Della tell you?" Shelley continued.

"Yes." Ronan went along with Shelley's words, but he had no idea what Cordelia had told him.

Shelley's head was initially turned towards Ronan, but then she stared back at the ceiling, "Castiel can

finally rest in peace. He didn't want Della to tell you back then because he didn't want you to feel guilty,

thinking you owed us something. He wanted you to move on."

Next, Shelley grasped Ronan's hand, staring deeply into his eyes. That intense gaze was just like how

Cordelia occasionally looked at him. A feeling of dread crept up on Ronan.

Shelley suddenly smiled, "Your eyes are much more beautiful than his. It is impossible to tell these are

his corneas. When he told me he was going to donate his eyes to you because you were a promising

young man who unfortunately couldn't see, I was surprised. Della even went to see you. Back then,

half your face were covered in gauze, and she felt so sorry for you. I used to wonder how painful it

would be to donate corneas, but I never thought that once people are dead, they don't feel pain

anymore. Seeing you now, I know he's not truly gone."

Shelley's tears fell. She was probably thinking of Castiel, her husband.

Ronan's heart surged with an unprecedented shock. He vaguely understood what Shelley was saying.

Castiel must have been Shelley's husband, who had donated his corneas to him, and Cordelia knew

about this. This also explained why Shelley recognized him as soon as she woke up.

As for why Deanna wanted to take the credit, that was a question for her.

"Was Della happy to see you?" Shelley asked, "Your name is Ronan, right?"

"Yes." Ronan answered with difficulty.

"Della shouldn't have told you. We were doing just fine living our own lives. She didn't ask for any

compensation from you, did she? I didn't know she was going to tell you, but you don't owe us

anything." Shelley said anxiously.

"No."

Shelley finally breathed a sigh of relief. "So how did you find out?" Shelley asked again. As far as she

knew, only she and Cordelia knew about this.

"You just told me."

"Eh?" Shelley panicked, "You didn't know about this?"

But that didn't make sense. If Ronan didn't know before, they should be strangers. Why would he come

to the hospital?

"Then how did you know I was here?" She had seen Ronan in his expensive clothes and thought

Cordelia was in financial trouble and had told him about this, which was why he had her transferred to

the hospital.

"I married your daughter."

Shelley's lips moved as she tried to make sense of it. "You really didn't know before?" she asked

Ronan again.

"I didn't. And when Cordelia comes, don't let her know that I already know, I don't want her to feel

burdened." Ronan said, "I will get the best treatment for you."

Shelley nodded in despair, she had just woken up and had spilled this massive secret.

She made a big mistake.