The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 374

Tabitha was left at a loss for words by Ronan's question. Her primary reason for coming here was to create opportunities to spend time with Ronan.

What was an unspoken reality, now put into words by Ronan, left her feeling awkward.

"No, Mr. Evans, as long as you're not affected. I'll take my leave." With that, Tabitha wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Her gesture was simple, naive, and, in its own way, adorable.

As Tabitha turned to leave, she hoped that Ronan would call her back, but he didn't. He simply let her go.

Emerson and Ronan were left in the office.

"There's something fishy about this. This woman is not as modest as she seems. Do you want me to dig up some information?" Emerson asked Ronan.

Ronan, nonchalantly puffing on his cigar, let the smoke dissipate before his eyes. "No need."

"No need? This woman has a well-structured game plan. First, she pretends to bump into you, and then she arranges for those compromising photos to be released. Now, when people in Millstone think of her, they think of you, and vice versa. You two are tied together. Plus, this woman's actions all seem to be mimicking Cordelia! She's an imitation of the type of woman you like!" Emerson said, obviously irritated. He despised women who wore pretenses and mimicked others.

Ronan's hand got a little burn from the cigar ash. "Which type of woman do I like?" With a slight withdrawal of his hand from the burn, Ronan flicked the ash into an ashtray, asking in a seemingly indifferent tone.

"The Cordelia type, seemingly delicate but with a strong will, with her own thoughts. She was so strong-willed that she wouldn't even heed your words, naturally beautiful without makeup, and with a good temperament. This woman seems to have only learned some superficial traits, but she's miles away in terms of temperament," Emerson said, his hand clenched.

"Speaking with such fervor, do you like her?" Ronan asked Emerson.

"Come on, that’s your woman, how can I go after her? But seriously, don’t you think we should do some digging?” Emerson asked again. “She’s obviously scheming, there must be a plan.”