The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 449

Emerson was a rather competent babysitter.

On the days Ronan was off to meetings, he would send Ronan pictures of every move the kid made.

He even sent photos of the meals he cooked for the boy, just to prove that he wasn't slacking off.

Today, Emerson took the kid to the community park to play with other children. From the pictures, it

looked like little Callum was having a blast, dripping with sweat.

Suddenly, Emerson barged into Ronan's room. "By the way, when I was leaving, Janice asked me if

you've met Harold's sweetheart yet?"

Ronan paused for a moment, not saying a word. "Close the door on your way out!"

Ronan thought for a moment, then made a collage out of the pictures Emerson had just sent him and

posted it on Facebook. The caption was simple, [My three-year-old boy.]

Ronan rarely posted on Facebook, but when he did, it was purposeful. Ever since Cordelia left, he had

been posting more regularly, primarily pictures of Callum. Furthermore, he had blocked Cordelia,

preventing her from seeing his Facebook posts.

He was curious to see how Cordelia would feel, standing on the outside looking in, yet unable to see

anything.

She thought she was so tough, didn't she?

…

The next evening, at a small restaurant.

Before the dinner, Petra spent the whole afternoon getting ready. She wanted to look presentable but

not overdone, and she was nervous. Finally, in a simple yet sophisticated outfit, she invited Cordelia

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Once Cordelia got into her car, she felt like she was playing matchmaker, a third wheel on a date. It felt

odd.

But as Petra pointed out, the person she liked most was her husband. Besides, they were all in their

thirties. Wasn't it silly to discuss who liked who? It was just a gathering of old school friends.

The restaurant was a quaint wooden building adorned with red lamps, exuding a certain charm.

Looking out the window, Cordelia commented, "Petra, you've picked a wonderful spot for a date. The

moon is high in the sky, and it's a perfect evening."

Just as Cordelia turned to give Petra a smile, she saw Ronan walk through the door. Her smile faded

instantly, and she didn't even notice Petra's strange behavior. Petra’s whole body seemed to be

shaking.

Ronan took a seat and ordered food.

When Petra spoke to him, her voice was shaky. Ronan pretended not to notice, but Cordelia found it

strange. They had all been classmates, and even if there had been a crush, hadn't that been long ago?

Ronan made small talk, reminiscing about their school days.

Cordelia was sipping on her water. She didn't know any of the people they were talking about.

The food arrived, and Cordelia realized she loved everything that Ronan had ordered. As the two of

them chatted about the past, Cordelia, unable to contribute, just focused on her meal.

After living in England for three years and eating a lot of British food, it was rare for Cordelia to enjoy

such delicate home-cooked meals after returning home.

While Ronan and Petra were talking, their gaze occasionally fell on Cordelia.

Cordelia wanted to try the dish of meatballs. The plate naturally made its way to her. She looked up

and saw that it was Ronan who had passed them. She nodded in thanks.

Just as Cordelia was starting to feel full, her phone rang. It was Sally. She answered the phone while

making small talk with Sally.

Sally was asking about a project, saying she had looked at many resources but couldn't find any

related content. Realizing she would be on the phone for a while, Cordelia stepped outside the

restaurant.

The restaurant was small, and just outside, Cordelia saw that the earlier moonlight was now

illuminating the ground.

As Sally talked, Cordelia responded with nods, occasionally advising Sally on which books to look into.

Unknowingly, forty minutes had passed.

By then, the moon was at its fullest.