The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 330

Around 11 o'clock, Ronan and Cordelia disembarked from the bus and took a stroll.

The long bus ride had left them drained.

Feeling parched, Ronan popped into a convenience store and grabbed a soda.

He was sporting a jacket, with his hands tucked into his pockets, nonchalantly flipping the jacket back

to reveal his grey shirt.

He stood by the roadside, tilting his head back to drink the soda, and his Adam's apple was bobbing.

He looked utterly attractive.

Cordelia watched him from the side, then, she captured this moment with a quick snap of her camera. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

She even intentionally blurred the surroundings, leaving only the image of him drinking soda. Under the

sunlight, he looked sexy and desirable.

Cordelia's heart fluttered.

She posted the photo on Facebook. As Ronan had said the night before, he didn't mind appearing on

her Facebook.

In fact, he seemed slightly miffed that he didn't appear on her Facebook.

Moreover, the provocative intent behind Deanna's Facebook post yesterday was so evident that

Cordelia naturally wanted to respond in kind.

The photo of Ronan was incredibly handsome and appealing, the bobbing of his Adam's apple would

surely lure many women.

Cordelia had even crafted a caption. [He's back. The boy with the soda!]

He was indeed brimming with a youthful charm.

After resting for a while, Cordelia and Ronan caught another bus.

During the ride, Cordelia checked her phone and noticed that this was the most liked and commented

post she'd ever had.

In just a few minutes, she received over three hundred likes and nearly a hundred comments.

Most were compliments about "Mr. Evans' good looks." After all, flattering the boss never hurts.

Brooklyn asked, [Did Mr. Evans go out with you?]

Cordelia replied, [Yeah.]

Cordelia nudged Ronan, who was sitting next to her. "Your employees are complimenting your good

looks."

"Who?" He asked, expressionless.

"I'll screenshot it for you."

Cordelia sent several screenshots to Ronan.

There were so many comments, they couldn't fit into one screenshot.

Ronan glanced at his phone. "I'll call the HR Department. These people should have their wages

docked."

"You're such a killjoy!" Cordelia turned her head towards the window, ignoring him.

Cordelia waited for a long time, but Deanna's comments never came.

Presumably, Deanna was fuming at the sight of Cordelia's Facebook post.

Even by five in the afternoon, Deanna had not commented.

Just before they got off the bus, Cordelia, hoping for some recognition, said to Ronan, "Deanna didn't

comment on this Facebook post. She's probably pissed."

Ronan had seen Deanna's comment on Cordelia's previous Facebook post.

He figured that was Cordelia's aim – to infuriate Deanna.

"So, I'm just a tool for you to provoke her?" Ronan was slightly displeased.

"Of course not!" Cordelia objected. "You said last night that you didn't mind being on my Facebook."

Ronan glared at her. "Cordelia, would it kill you to say something nice?"

"It wouldn't kill me, but it would be embarrassing." Cordelia grabbed Ronan's hand, and they strolled

back home.

By the time they reached their front steps, Cordelia was utterly exhausted. She stood there, unable to

take another step.

Ronan continued to walk ahead, ignoring her.

"Wait up," she pleaded from behind.

Ronan didn't listen because he'd already pressed the elevator button.

"The reason I let you appear on my Facebook is to announce to everyone that you're mine. Don't you

understand that? Is that nice enough?" Cordelia was somewhat frustrated.

After a while, Ronan finally turned his head. "Aren't you coming?"

"But I can't move."

Ronan, resigned, walked over to Cordelia, and picked her up.

Lifting Cordelia now required a great deal of effort.