The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 298

The following day.

When Cordelia woke up, Ronan was already gone.

Suddenly, she remembered that her maternity clothes were tossed in the washing machine last night. Considering that she had both a son and a daughter, she wouldn't need maternity clothes again and hadn't bothered to buy many. She had to get changed after breakfast to go to the office, so she just casually picked up one of Ronan's shirts from the hook and put it on. The buttons on the belly area wouldn't button up, but she didn't bother. She also put on a pair of leggings and headed to the dining room for breakfast.

It was a grey shirt, a color that would have looked good on her if she wasn't pregnant. Tucked into her waistband, it hung loose and casual.

Janice was packing her lunch.

"Did you make one for him too?" Cordelia asked Janice.

"Well, I was going to make Mr. Evans' lunch, but he said he had a meeting during that time," Janice replied.

Cordelia paused with her spoon halfway to her mouth, "A meeting? With whom?"

"You should ask him yourself. It's not my place to ask these questions," Janice said, "What's going on with you two? You should make up."

Cordelia remained silent. She wanted to make up, but her late mother still weighed heavy on her heart. She felt as if her mother was watching her from heaven.

They were still talking when they heard the sound of keys unlocking the door.

"Huh?" Janice remarked, "Mr. Evans is back?"

Cordelia thought: What a coincidence that he came back this morning when she happened to be wearing his shirt. She sat at the dining table, feigning composure as she ate her meal, the knife and fork clinking with each bite.

"I forgot some documents," Ronan said, taking off his shoes at the entryway. Then, he noticed Cordelia, sitting coolly at the dining table, wearing his shirt.

She didn't even look up when she saw him.

She had a delicate collarbone necklace hanging around her neck, with two buttons on her shirt left unfastened, giving her a very sexy look. Beneath the table were her long legs.