The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 605

Cordelia hesitated before speaking, "It wasn't... You didn't set Jordan up for this, did you?"

She remembered back at the hospital, feeling that if Jordan kept on this path, Ronan would surely keep laying traps, pushing him into bigger messes until he dug his own grave.

Deep down, she suspected that it might have been Jordan's doing, a trap laid by Ronan.

Ronan's brow furrowed slightly as he asked, "Cordelia, is that really what you think of me?"

"No... If it isn't, then it isn't," she stuttered.

"Do you honestly think I'd let him stir up trouble in my own neighborhood? Shoot myself in the foot along with the enemy? Cordelia, where's your head at?" Ronan raised his voice.

He was angry now.

"If it isn't, then it isn't, right? Why get mad? I was just saying!" Cordelia backpedaled, "When are you coming back?"

"Tomorrow!"

"So, tomor..." Before she could finish saying "See you tomorrow," Ronan had hung up the phone.

He was very angry.

Muttering to herself, Cordelia grumbled, "If it isn't, it isn't, but it's not like you haven't done such things before."

Wasn't it you who orchestrated that whole debacle with Deanna Stains and Tabitha?

Emerson, noticing Ronan's anger, inquired, "What's wrong?"

"Cordelia thinks I manipulated Jordan into this," Ronan said, sinking into the couch and lighting up a cigarette.

"Maybe you've just given her that impression," Emerson chuckled, "You two patch things up? Back together?"

"Marriage is just a formality. Not that important," Ronan dismissed the idea, squinting through the smoke, his mind on Cordelia's deceit and the image she held of him.