The Contracted Ever After novel Chapter 63

Ronan was changing his clothes in the bedroom.

He glanced at the pregnancy test and ultrasound results on the table. They looked so real it could fool anyone.

His hand paused, his thoughts drifting.

Cordelia walked in. She no longer had the exaggerated and coquettish expression she had downstairs.

She looked exhausted, flopping onto the bed as soon as she entered. The struggle was over, she took a deep breath.

Yet, a more pressing matter was on the table: now that she was "pregnant", how was she going to "terminate" the pregnancy successfully.

“Thank God grandpa didn't suspect anything. I was afraid he might get upset,” Cordelia seemed to mutter to herself.

“Are you really pregnant?” He asked Cordelia, his voice as serious and calm as usual.

“Huh?” Cordelia opened her eyes, looking at Ronan who was five steps away. “Why are you asking this? Don’t you know whether I’m pregnant or not?”

Ronan always took precautions. She was probably referring to this.

He also knew that it would be easy for her to forge a pregnancy test.

Still, for the first time, Ronan had a flicker of hope: what if? Condoms aren’t 100% reliable.

“Who did this report for you?” Ronan asked, realizing her meaning was “not pregnant”, his mood sinking a little.

“My classmate Victoria. She, Brooklyn, and I, we’re besties, like a solid triangle,.” Cordelia said.

“Oh?” Ronan looked at Cordelia, relieved, a bit annoyed. “Besties? What role do you play in this relationship?”

“Well,” Cordelia’s eyes sparkled as she reminisced about her school days. “I'm the sharpest character.”

She even made a triangle with her hands.

“I see. You're so sharp it hurts,” Ronan said.

“Huh?” Cordelia was a bit puzzled by his words.

Cordelia sensed something off about Ronan's tone. Today was Barney's birthday and they just got through a tough situation. Shouldn't he be happy? Why was he so moody?

“Did I do something wrong?” Cordelia felt a bit wronged. “Are you upset because I told my brother the truth about our marriage? I didn't tell him voluntarily, he guessed it. Telling him only lands me in trouble. If I tell anyone, our agreement would be terminated. What's in it for me?”

Ronan didn't answer. But that night, he took out his frustration on Cordelia.

Tears welled up in Cordelia's eyes as she asked, “What’s this about? Are you upset because I hurt Deanna's feelings by saying I was pregnant?”

“Yes, I'm upset! But not about that.”

“Then what are you upset about?” Cordelia thought: anyway, it’s definitely not about me.

Ronan seemed lost in desire, he didn't answer, just kept kissing Cordelia's neck.

By Monday, the whole company was talking about Cordelia's pregnancy.

When she went to the pantry to get coffee, a colleague kindly suggested, “Cordelia, coffee isn’t good for you, switch to milk or water.”

When Cordelia returned to her desk, she found a new, thick cushion on her chair.