The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 549

Victoria was camped out at the door of Janice's room, waiting for her to make an appearance. And sure enough, before long, Janice emerged, decked out in the outfit Victoria had picked out for her.

Before Janice could even speak, Victoria chimed in, "Oh dear, it's a tad too big. No worries, I'll get you a replacement." With that, Victoria stepped in to adjust Janice's outfit. She gave Cordelia a knowing wink as she fussed over Janice's clothes.

Ronan knew exactly why Cordelia had come back so suddenly. It was clear as day that Cordelia was just being used as a pawn. Cordelia’s claims of missing him and Callum were nothing but empty words.

Victoria, Brooklyn, and Cordelia decided to meet up at a local diner, settling on chili bowls—Brooklyn's pregnancy cravings notwithstanding, she wasn't about to settle for the bland variety. She wanted her fix of spice.

Victoria ordered a bottle of wine to celebrate reconnecting with her future mother-in-law. Both she and Cordelia indulged quite a bit. Cordelia hadn't let loose like this in years. Her three years in the UK had been like a prison sentence, battling depression, and she was sure she'd developed some sort of paranoid delusion, always feeling like Alana was on her tail. But now, Cordelia was in the know about her own past and ready to face Alana head-on, should she stir up trouble again—not like before when Alana was a mystery.

In the midst of their lively get-together, Cordelia's phone rang. It was an international number. A bit tipsy, she answered to find Eason on the line.

"Cordelia," he called out.

"Mhm."

"Been drinking?" his deep voice came through.

"Mhm, back in Millstone. Caught up with some old friends, and feeling pretty good," Cordelia slurred, her head spinning.

"Three years in the UK, you were always down. I wanted to hear this kind of laughter from you, but it never came. Knowing you're drinking now makes me happy," Eason said.

Cordelia just giggled dumbly, humming in response.

"Never mind, I'll call you another time. You're not making much sense now. You've got friends with you, right?" he asked again.

"Mhm, a couple from school days."

"Hand the phone to one of your friends for me, will you?"