The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 54

Cordelia stayed up in the hospital for three days.

By the time she was discharged, it was already Friday.

Ronan arranged her discharge and told her to take the day off, assuring her that a dress would be delivered shortly.

The working staffs from "Glamour Hub" delivered the dress in the afternoon, along with matching accessories like pearl earrings and hairpins.

Cordelia got dressed upstairs. She was wearing a light pink cocktail dress, simple yet elegant. It complemented her fair skin and highlighted her lively personality.

"Like what you see?" Cordelia asked from the staircase, addressing Ronan who was lounging on the couch downstairs.

Ronan looked up to find her shimmering like a luminous pearl, radiant like the morning sun. He was momentarily stunned, feeling a spark that seemed to ignite from within.

He had felt this way six years ago, the moment a certain girl held his hand... but it never happened when he held Deanna's hand.

He lowered his gaze back to his book and replied nonchalantly, "You look good."

Cordelia didn't care much for her own beauty. She was more used to wearing hoodies and jeans. This sudden change to a formal dress felt rather restrictive.

She squinted, revealing a hint of impatience.

She thought Ronan's response was half-hearted, but that was expected. After all, they were just partners in a marriage of convenience. Who would care about whether she looked beautiful?

Asking for Ronan's opinion seemed unnecessary.

"This dress is a bit loose on Mrs. Evans," said the Glamour Hub staff.

"Oh, I was sick a few days ago. I might have lost some weight," Cordelia replied.

"I knew it. How could the measurements provided by Mr. Evans be wrong? Ms. Haselwood, let me adjust it for you. It won't take long."

Cordelia retreated back to her room. She had no clue who Ronan was going to meet, but she guessed it was someone she didn't know.

Due to this engagement, Cordelia rescheduled her visit to her mother to Sunday.

On Saturday night at the Golden Bay Resort, Cordelia met Ronan's guest. He was a man in his fifties, extremely humble, almost bending over as he shook hands with Ronan, repeating "Mr. Evans, nice to meet you."

Ronan simply replied, "How do you do?"

He didn't mention the guest's surname.

Cordelia did not recognize the man either.

"This is my wife, Cordelia," Ronan introduced.

Cordelia nodded politely, and the guest began to shower her with compliments, praising her beauty and aristocratic demeanour.

As they sat down, they began discussing business. Cordelia couldn't join in.

She quietly started eating the food on the table.

During the conversation, Ronan mentioned the guest's son, "Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

"He mentioned he had something to do. He'll be a bit late," the guest replied.

"Is he out with his girlfriend?" Ronan asked with a chuckle.