The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 329

"Your soup is quite delicious!" Cordelia grinned, complimenting Ronan, and deftly changing the subject.

After breakfast, she made a point of joining Ronan in the kitchen to help him do the dishes.

She probably felt she had upset him by bringing up her ex-boyfriend earlier, so she was making an effort to be extra affectionate.

Ronan had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was bent over the sink, washing the dishes under the running tap.

Cordelia meticulously dried the dishes he had washed.

They worked in perfect harmony.

"Can you roll up my sleeve for me?" Ronan asked Cordelia.

"Huh?" Cordelia, who was in the middle of drying a dish, looked up to see his sleeves had come undone. His hands were covered in soap suds, and he held them up helplessly, unable to roll up his sleeves.

"Sure."

Cordelia wiped her hands and rolled up his sleeves for him.

They continued working until all the dishes were clean.

Ronan wanted to tidy up the kitchen a bit, so he suggested that Cordelia retire to the bedroom first.

Feeling tired, Cordelia rubbed her lower back and sprawled out on the bed.

She picked up her phone and saw a comment from Deanna on her Facebook post. [Millstone Park, huh? We went there together six years ago. I miss the cute animals and the boats there.]

A cloud of sadness passed over Cordelia's face. Deanna's comment instantly dampened her mood.

Cordelia was even tempted to delete the entire post.

"What's the matter? Don't I deserve to be on your Facebook?" Ronan entered the room, with his phone in hand.

Cordelia blinked at him. "Are you implying that today's post should have been about you?"

"What else would I mean?"

"But wouldn't that reveal your identity? I can't just post your pictures without your permission," Cordelia argued defiantly. "You're a top-tier leader, after all."

"So you're saying you shouldn't have posted my picture?"

Cordelia muttered under her breath, "There is plenty to say about that."

In her mind, Ronan had plenty of issues. He was possessive, had a bad temper, and was just overall difficult. She could talk about his flaws all day.

"What are you mumbling about?" He asked.

"Nothing."