The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 2

On the bus, Ronan's presence had turned the colleagues into silent statues, making Cordelia's phone

ringtone sound like a freaking fire alarm in the quietness.

Last night, Cordelia had helped a wasted Ronan back to his room, and her phone, stashed in her

pocket, must've slipped out while she was undressing. After the wild night of passion, she'd completely

forgotten about the phone's existence.

The sudden ringtone scared the crap out of Cordelia, but she quickly got her shit together. It seemed

that Ronan's reason for taking the bus today might have just been to wait for her, his "target." He might

have known that she was the one he'd been with last night, or he might have not. But when the phone

rang, and considering what Brooklyn had just said to her, she guessed that Ronan was in the know.

That thought made Cordelia feel pretty awkward.

Brooklyn looked at Cordelia with a puzzled look, then glanced at Ronan, clearly indicating, "What the

hell is going on?"

"Stop calling." Cordelia held Brooklyn's hand. She couldn't handle more embarrassment. She didn't

even know how to explain this mess.

"What on earth is going on? How did your phone end up in Mr. Evans' hands?" Brooklyn whispered to

Cordelia, her curiosity sparked.

"I..." Just as Cordelia was drowning in embarrassment, Ronan in the front row suddenly turned around,

nearly scaring the shit out of Cordelia.

"Is this your phone?" Ronan asked Brooklyn, holding up Cordelia's phone, which was displaying "Crazy

B." Crazy B was the nickname Cordelia had given Brooklyn.

Brooklyn, looking like a deer caught in headlights, nodded, and said, "Yes, Mr. Evans, Cordelia couldn't

find her phone, so I called it."

Brooklyn even mentioned the name "Cordelia," now there was no way for Cordelia to avoid this topic.

"Your phone? You left it in the front seat when you were carrying your suitcase." Ronan's gaze turned

towards Cordelia. His eyes were indifferent but dark, familiar yet uniquely Ronan's. Cordelia was utterly

lost.

"Oh, I'm such a klutz. Thank you, Mr. Evans." Despite her nervousness, Cordelia thanked Ronan, took

the phone from his hand, and played along with his act.

After diffusing the awkwardness, Ronan turned back around.

Although Cordelia appeared to be looking at her phone, she wasn't really seeing anything. The way

Ronan had returned her phone seemed to be a reminder that last night's event was over! Cordelia was

a grown-up, she could handle this. She'd already planned to chalk up last night's event as a dream.

She didn't know if Ronan remembered her name, was that a good thing or a bad thing? Cordelia began

to hope against hope. He had so much on his plate every day, how could he possibly concern himself

with such a trivial matter?

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Cordelia hadn't seen Ronan again. Even for company

meetings, only the higher-ups were present, and she was just an intern who could stay or leave. Apart

from worrying about her future at Lumos Enterprises, Cordelia occasionally thought of Ronan, and that

passionate night. After all, it was her first time.

One day, the landline on Cordelia's desk rang.

"Cordelia?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked.

Cordelia felt a rush of nervousness. The voice, why did it sound like Ronan? Ever since that night, All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Ronan's voice uttering "Turn off the lights," had been echoing in Cordelia's mind, so the voice was not

unfamiliar to her.

"Yes."

"Come to my office."

"Huh?"

"Come to my office," The voice repeated.

"Okay." Cordelia felt anxious, thinking it couldn't be work-related. The gap between her and Ronan's

positions was too huge. Even if there was a work-related issue, they wouldn't come to her. Could it be

about the team-building day? Was Ronan trying to let her go, to prevent more people from finding out

about that day?

When she knocked on the door of Ronan's office, Cordelia found that Ronan wasn't as absent-minded

as he was on the team-building day. Instead, he was sizing her up from head to toe, the scrutiny

making Cordelia's heart flutter. And those scrutinizing eyes, though deep, were incredibly captivating to

Cordelia.

So, Cordelia just stared greedily at Ronan, making him slightly uneasy. "Is there something on my

face?" he asked Cordelia.

Cordelia snapped back to reality. "Huh?"

Ronan didn't continue the topic. Instead, he asked Cordelia directly, "Will you marry me?"

Cordelia furrowed her brows. "Huh?" She said again. This topic was way off from what she'd been

thinking.