The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 522

Victoria cast a discreet glance at Ronan from afar, struggling to find any flaws in him. Even in his

middle years, he seemed to shimmer with a certain charm.

"Sure, a man in his prime is something, but eventually, he's just that – middle-aged. Those young

studs, though, they've got some serious moves in the bedroom," she mused, a sly grin spreading

across her face as she remembered something. "Although Ronan's not too shabby in that department

either, he won't be at his peak forever."

"Are you scouting for a man or a bedroom athlete?" Cordelia retorted playfully.

Victoria chuckled, "Why not both?"

"I've got his picture. Want to cuddle with it at night?" Cordelia quipped, not entirely serious.

Ronan overheard the exchange and simply shot Cordelia a knowing look, accompanied by a smirk.

Out in the vast white expanse of snow, Harold cut a dashing figure in his army green attire. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Upon seeing Harold, Cordelia felt a pang of guilt but couldn't find the words. Likely feeling the same,

Harold beat a hasty retreat as soon as Cordelia approached, slinging his backpack over his shoulder

and walking away.

This departure would mean not seeing him for at least two years.

Despite everyone's efforts to keep Janice in the dark, schools were a hotbed for gossip. With a fresh

wave of students arriving to see Harold off, Janice had caught wind of the situation. Her gaze darkened

upon seeing Cordelia, lost for words.

Janice, the intellectual, was also a believer in fate. The fortune-teller's prediction that Harold would join

the military had seemed far-fetched to her, given his academic prowess. But now, she believed. It was

all because of Cordelia's situation.

"Mr. Evans, could you keep an eye on the kid? I'm worn out today. I'll head home and cook up some

dinner," Janice told Ronan, her voice laced with fatigue.

Ronan, sensing her mood, nodded in agreement.

Victoria noticed the family atmosphere and made her exit. "Oh, right, my intern just sent me a message

on Messenger about the report. I need to check it out. Cordelia, where are your house keys? Hurry up.

I need to get back to her."

Cordelia furrowed her brow, fixing Victoria with a stare. Unfazed, Victoria grabbed the keys and headed

to Cordelia's place.

...

"Thwack!" A snowball hit Cordelia right in the collar, and Callum stood giggling mischievously in the

distance.

Cordelia couldn't help but laugh along, her smile bright and genuine. She scooped up a handful of

snow and lobbed it back at Callum. The two of them frolicked in the snow, undeterred by the heavy fall.

While many students were enjoying the snow outside, none paid much mind to Cordelia and Callum's

playful fight. Ronan watched the pair, lighting a cigarette and squinting through the smoke, observing

them like an older brother might.

Unbeknownst to Callum, Cordelia was getting pretty drenched, but since most of her snowballs missed

their mark, Callum remained pristine.

Ronan saw Cordelia's cheerful demeanor, which seemed completely for the sake of her child, and had

nothing to do with him.

After about an hour of play, it was time for Callum to head home. "Mom, will you walk me home?"

Callum asked, noticing Cordelia's wet hair and clothes, which looked rather messy. However, her face

was flushed with happiness.

"But a friend’s waiting for me at home," Cordelia replied, straightening up from her crouched position.

"She is old enough to take care of herself. I am still little and can't look after myself. Are you okay with

that, mom?" Callum complained, clearly unsatisfied.

Cornered by her son's logic, Cordelia had no choice but to agree to walk him home.