The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 84

After Deanna left, Ronan didn't bolt right away. He ordered another steak, clearly planning to have a

long chat with Cordelia.

Cordelia was all fired up initially, but with Deanna's exit, she seemed a bit deflated, idly stirring her

coffee.

She worried Ronan would blow his top over Deanna since she was his pet. She had customized over

twenty shirts for him in the past year, and now that she had been bullied by Cordelia, Ronan would

definitely stick up for her.

As long as he didn't defend Deanna in front of her and didn't dent Cordelia's dignity too much, Cordelia

would be content.

"How much did my clothes cost?" He asked Cordelia softly.

He had spotted that Cordelia had swapped out the shirt Deanna had given him. He hadn't looked

closely before and had missed that.

"Two hundred each; didn't I tell you that before?" Cordelia replied, a bit rattled.

"Where did you buy them?" Ronan asked as he glanced at his shirt. It was hard to tell the genuine from

the fake. A shirt that cost 200 bucks looked as good as one from abroad that cost a few grand.

"I had them tailored at The Suit Gallery. I asked them to put that label on specially."

The label was on the collar's back. Ronan wanted to see it but couldn't.

"Where's the shirt Deanna gave you?"

Cordelia licked her lips. He had finally asked that question, and she tensed up instantly.

"Uh… I gave it away." Cordelia said, scratching her head.

"Oh? Who did you give it to?" Ronan asked, his voice mild as he turned his head to look at Cordelia.

Cordelia was terrified that Ronan would blow up at any moment, so she nervously said, "I gave it to

Edwin; you remember him, right? He went with me to buy a computer last time."

"I remember."

"His size is similar to yours, so it won't disgrace the clothes." Cordelia was a bit anxious, afraid that

Ronan would make her take the clothes back.

"So why didn't you take them back?"

"Why should I?" Cordelia ducked her head. Her eyes squeezed into slits; she was seemingly a bit

aggrieved. "To outsiders, I'm Ronan's wife, and there are so many people watching me at the company.

Even if I have to put up with betrayal, I can't just take it lying down, can I? I'm not a fool. Where does

my husband wearing a shirt given by another woman leave my dignity?"

"So who's your husband?" Ronan asked while cutting his steak, his voice always gentle.

"It's you, of course."

Ronan didn't argue. "If you knew her intentions weren't pure from the start, why did you accept her

shirts?"

"She's been trying to get you to kick me out and humiliate me. Should I just sit back and wait for you to

come to my rescue?" Cordelia mumbled with her head bowed. "Do you still like her?! I really can't

fathom your taste; what's so great about her other than her looks?"

"What did you say?" Ronan asked, frowning at Cordelia.

"Nothing."

Cordelia propped herself up on the chair with both hands, her shoulders shrugging. She was a bit on

edge, knowing that Ronan was laying the groundwork to give her a hard time, so she felt very

unsettled.

Despite the long preamble, Ronan didn't kick up a fuss. After dinner, he drove Cordelia home.

As soon as they got upstairs, Cordelia started to help him undress.

"What are you doing?" Ronan asked. "Are you this easy with other men?"

"No, it's just that this cheap shirt doesn't do justice to your charisma. Let's get it off." She swiftly

removed Ronan's shirt and placed it on the bed.

As she was looking for another shirt for Ronan, he glanced at the label on the collar of the shirt she had

taken off, which indeed read: RC.

"Are the other two shirts the same as this one?" Ronan asked Cordelia.

"The same, 200 bucks each."

"Put them away." Ronan said.

"What?" Cordelia had already taken a dark gray shirt from the wardrobe. She adeptly helped Ronan

into it, buttoning it up while looking up at him and chatting.

"Put it away."

"Do you want to wear it? But..." Cordelia wanted to say that he thought a shirt worth two grand was

cheap, let alone one that cost 200. It didn't go with his status.

"The quality's not half bad."

"Really? If you like it, then I'll have your shirts tailored at The Suit Gallery from now on. It's quite a

money-saver; even if you're loaded, you can't just throw money around, right?" Cordelia said excitedly,

her face glowing. "The quality of this shirt is pretty good; it won't disgrace you."

"They must be exactly the same as these three." Ronan said. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Okay." Cordelia replied. She suddenly remembered something… The label.

"What about the label? Does it need to be the same?"

"The same."

Cordelia was a bit puzzled, wondering if he understood what RC stood for.

But since he insisted, Cordelia didn't have any other choice.

"How often do you want a new one?" Cordelia asked.

"Two a month."