The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 606

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Ronan pinned Cordelia against the door, his voice low and tinged with accusation. "Am I really that terrifying?"

"In what way?" Cordelia was genuinely puzzled by his question.

"The whole charade—pretending to be pregnant, faking a miscarriage, the dramatic blood loss. Was it all just to trick me into revealing the truth about Petra and me getting married? What was all the blood for?" He demanded an answer.

Cordelia's mind raced. How had he managed to unearth the whole saga after merely dealing with someone else's case in Birchwood?

While she was still grappling with her confusion, Ronan whispered in her ear, "Let's have a second child."

Cordelia was speechless.

Without another word, Ronan swept her off her feet and carried her to the bed.

After a tumultuous night, it was already two in the morning.

Ronan got up and lit a cigarette.

Cordelia, lying on her side, frowned slightly. "Can you quit smoking from now on?"

"Does it bother you?" He turned to look at her.

She nodded, "Yeah, it's not good for you either."

"True, especially if we're planning on that second kid." He conceded, snuffing out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"How did you even find out about all this?" she asked, still curious.

"There's an old saying, 'If you don't want anyone to know, don't do it at all.'"

Cordelia was exhausted, her eyelids heavy with the need for sleep, and soon she drifted off.