The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 261

Ronan swung the door open. The moment he found Cordelia crumpled on the floor, he hurriedly picked her up, half-lifting, half-holding her. Lifting Cordelia off the floor was no easy task. She probably weighed around 150 pounds, give or take.

Cordelia was visibly shaken, her body slick with a cold sweat. Ronan rinsed her off with the showerhead, noticing her back was colored with bruises from the fall. He then grabbed a towel, wrapping Cordelia in its comforting warmth.

"You..." Ronan began, his words trailing off as his gaze landed on the pendant hanging around Cordelia's neck.

This pendant, hadn't been there last night, but now it was. Given its quality, it was probably worth around a million dollars. Jamie sure didn't hold back.

Jamie had only visited today. No wonder she was wearing such a thick robe during dinner.

A wave of anger washed over Ronan, clouding his mind. This two-timing woman, accepting a gift from one man in the morning, then calling him "honey" in the evening. Playing both sides for her own gain!

He knew her calling him "honey" was just to butter him up, to get him to help her. "I stopped being your husband a long time ago!" Ronan spat out, seething with resentment.

Cordelia, who had been drying her hair, looked up at his tone. Glancing down at her pendant, she thought, "Why did I have to fall at this moment?"

Ronan waited silently as Cordelia finished drying her hair. "Done?" he asked, his voice cold as ice.

"Mhm."

"Go back to your room once you're done."

Cordelia hurriedly wrapped herself in the towel and retreated to her bedroom, assuming he was going to clean up the bathroom. She was drying her hair with one hand and scrolling through her phone with the other. Her work group was sending out e-gift cards; it had been a lively day. Cordelia had only sent a few and hadn't snagged a single one. Jamie was the same, only sending and not receiving.

She put down her phone, focusing on her hair.

Ronan knocked and entered. "Your clothes," he said, placing her underwear and pajamas on the bed. These were the clothes Cordelia had planned to change into after her bath.

Just then, Cordelia's phone went off. She hadn't had time to lock it. The open chat from her work group showed a photo of her and Jamie, an image that now burned in Ronan's sight. Jamie stood in front of Cordelia, whispering something in her ear while she listened, a smile on her face.