The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 418

Seeing the look on Harold's face, Ronan became curious. He'd heard from Janice that there used to be

quite a few who had sent love letters to Harold, but none of them caught his fancy. He must've had high

standards.

"Spotted someone you fancy?" Ronan asked, his gaze sharp and knowing.

"She just walked past downstairs."

"Isn't that fate?" Ronan teased.

"Let's hope so," Harold replied.

"Is this girl someone you met in undergrad or grad school?" Ronan asked while helping Callum with his

food. Perhaps seeing Cordelia today had suddenly made Ronan interested in other people's love lives.

"Um… she just came to our school." Harold was still engrossed in the sight of her walking past

downstairs, his head lowered.

"A freshman? Or a grad student who just transferred?" Ronan persisted.

"Mr. Evans, are you prying on behalf of my mom? I'll let her know when there's something to tell."

"I'm just personally interested. Is that not allowed?"

Harold chuckled. "Of course it is."

With that smile, no women could resist Harold. Ronan couldn't help but sigh. He was getting old.

Indeed, out with the old, in with the new.

As Ronan was deep in thought, his phone rang. It was Emerson. He knew what Emerson was about to

say, but he answered anyway.

"She didn't go," Emerson said.

"I know."

"You know?" Emerson sounded confused.

"I'll explain later. I'm having dinner now," Ronan said, ending the call.

As he cut into his steak, Ronan thought, Cordelia probably knew that Lumos Enterprises, the partner of

Empower Operations, would have representatives present at the meeting. So, she deliberately avoided

it, and him. Because of these thoughts, he was somewhat distracted during his conversation with

Harold.

When they finished eating, Ronan said to Harold, "Let me know when you've made your move!" Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"Sure. I'll not only tell you, but I'll also bring her to meet you."

With Callum in tow, Ronan left.

When he got back to Barney's house, Emerson was already there waiting for him.

"Ronan, what's her deal? You didn't go, and she didn't either." Emerson was all frantic.

"Watch Callum for me. I'm going to take a shower," Ronan said dismissively.

Emerson was left alone, fretting.

Callum sat on the sofa, watching his dad go into the bathroom, and asked Emerson, "Do you know the

phone number of the lady we met today? My dad wants to marry her, and I want to play matchmaker."

Emerson was confused. "Which lady? And since when did your dad consider getting married again?"

"The one we bumped into this afternoon at the front door. She came to Grandpa's house."

Emerson thought carefully. He had called Ronan earlier to tell him that Cordelia didn't go to the

meeting, and Ronan said he knew. Then Callum mentioned meeting a lady at their grandfather's

house. Could it be that Cordelia had come here in the afternoon, and they had run into each other?

Aside from her, Emerson couldn't think of anyone else.

At this moment, Emerson was even more excited than Ronan! "Quick, use your dad's phone to call her.

Do you know his passcode?"

Callum whispered to Emerson, "I know it, but my dad doesn't know that I know it. You have to keep it a

secret."

"Okay, hurry up."

Callum glanced at the bathroom, and then dialed the number Emerson had given him. Because of his

job, Emerson knew Cordelia's new number.