The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 395

Alana's expression didn't flicker the slightest. She let out a hearty laugh, "I'm not? Then who is? Ms.

Haselwood, would you like me to pull out my family tree for you?"

Alana looked up at Cordelia, assessing her carefully. This was the first time Alana had had the chance

to scrutinize Cordelia this closely. She took in her youthful beauty that could incite envy, her striking

height, and her refined demeanor...

Ha, refined demeanor! What a joke.

Cordelia was regretting her earlier words. She shouldn't have been so impulsive, sharing her

suspicions with Alana. Cordelia had said that she was not Alana because there was no mole on this

woman's ear, a defining feature of Alana.

Having exposed this detail to Alana, Cordelia knew that she would certainly find a way to cover it up.

Cordelia also thought, perhaps she had already removed the mole.

"Also, Ms. Haselwood, I won't be act against you and Mr. Evans anymore. He is too formidable,so why

would I invite trouble? Here's your mom Allison’s phone number!" Alana stuffed a piece of paper into

Cordelia's pocket and left.

After she had gone, Cordelia quickly took Callum from Janice's arms.

Cordelia had missed Callum, having not seen him in a while. She held her face close to the child,

showering him with kisses.

Alana's words kept echoing in Cordelia's mind. To be honest, Cordelia only recognized one woman as

her mother, Shelley. When Shelley died, Cordelia's mother died too. She had no feelings for her

biological mother.

But she was still curious. What kind of person was Allison?

Of course, Alana's words were not trustworthy, but the fact that she could produce a ring identical to

Cordelia's was enough to suggest, indeed, that Cordelia had some connections to her family, the

Keegans and Allison's family.

"Cordelia, will you stay this time?" Janice was thrilled to see Cordelia back.

"I may still need to finish my studies, but I need to ensure my child is safe first," Cordelia replied,

holding Callum. Now, she didn't need to look at his photos.

He was also curiously touching her face as if he didn't recognize Cordelia.

"Go make something nice for Cordelia to eat," Ronan suggested to Janice.

After Janice left for the kitchen, Ronan sat next to Cordelia and pulled out the piece of paper from her

pocket. It read, [Allison's number: xxxxxxx.]

Cordelia only glanced at the piece of paper once and remembered the entire number, but she

pretended not to care.

Ronan tore the paper to shreds. "If you need anything, discuss it with me!" Ronan told Cordelia.

Cordelia just hummed in response. She was still doubtful about whether she would consult him. She

had a feeling that Alana wouldn't just let things be. This was just her intuition, with no concrete

evidence to back it.

"Can you ensure our child is safe?" Cordelia asked Ronan.

"Why not? Are you still leaving?" Ronan asked, leaning forward on the back of the sofa.

"I have to finish my studies. I can't just give up halfway."

Cordelia had a hunch. Alana didn't want her to be with Ronan at all. Alana was a woman of a twisted

heart and wouldn't give up easily. Her promise to "not act against Ronan anymore" couldn't be trusted.

The incident where Callum went missing was a prime example.

Moreover, Cordelia's origins must have had something to do with the Keegan family. Otherwise, it

wouldn't have attracted the notorious Alana.

The events of the day left Cordelia feeling lost and perplexed. She also understood why Ronan tore up

the piece of paper. He believed Alana was stirring up trouble and wanted to drag Cordelia into an

irreparable relationship. So, he had to leave no trace of Allison's phone number.

But Cordelia remembered it already.

Soon enough, Janice brought out the food, all of Cordelia's favorites. "Why such a feast?" Cordelia was

pleasantly surprised and suddenly found Janice very endearing.

"Mr. Evans said you were eating poorly out there," Janice said. "You seldom come back, so shouldn't

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Cordelia laughed. "Who said I've been eating poorly?"

"Is eating instant soup considered good food?" Ronan pulled up a chair and sat next to Cordelia.

"I don't just eat instant soup. That was..." Cordelia began, her mouth full of food.

"For me to eat."

"I didn't say that," Cordelia retorted.

But she thought to herself, “Perhaps the instant soup he ate was the worst meal Ronan had ever had.

Even though Cordelia had used all her culinary skills, it was, after all, just instant soup, not something

exquisite.”