Chapter 329
Chapter 329
"Your soup is quite delicious!" Cordelia grinned, complimenting Ronan, and deftly changing the subject.
After breakfast, she made a point of joining Ronan in the kitchen to help him do the dishes.
She probably felt she had upset him by bringing up her ex-boyfriend earlier, so she was making an
effort to be extra affectionate.
Ronan had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was bent over the sink, washing the dishes under
the running tap.
Cordelia meticulously dried the dishes he had washed.
They worked in perfect harmony.
"Can you roll up my sleeve for me?" Ronan asked Cordelia.
"Huh?" Cordelia, who was in the middle of drying a dish, looked up to see his sleeves had come
undone. His hands were covered in soap suds, and he held them up helplessly, unable to roll up his
sleeves.
"Sure."
Cordelia wiped her hands and rolled up his sleeves for him.
They continued working until all the dishes were clean.
Ronan wanted to tidy up the kitchen a bit, so he suggested that Cordelia retire to the bedroom first.
Feeling tired, Cordelia rubbed her lower back and sprawled out on the bed.
She picked up her phone and saw a comment from Deanna on her Facebook post. [Millstone Park,
huh? We went there together six years ago. I miss the cute animals and the boats there.]
A cloud of sadness passed over Cordelia's face. Deanna's comment instantly dampened her mood.
Cordelia was even tempted to delete the entire post.
"What's the matter? Don't I deserve to be on your Facebook?" Ronan entered the room, with his phone
in hand.
Cordelia blinked at him. "Are you implying that today's post should have been about you?"
"What else would I mean?"
"But wouldn't that reveal your identity? I can't just post your pictures without your permission," Cordelia
argued defiantly. "You're a top-tier leader, after all." RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
"So you're saying you shouldn't have posted my picture?"
Cordelia muttered under her breath, "There is plenty to say about that."
In her mind, Ronan had plenty of issues. He was possessive, had a bad temper, and was just overall
difficult. She could talk about his flaws all day.
"What are you mumbling about?" He asked.
"Nothing."
"Shall we take a bus tomorrow?" He proposed, leaning against the headboard.
Cordelia, lying on her side with her back to him, turned over at his words. "Really? Have you ever been
on a bus before?"
"I used to take them all the time when I was abroad."
"Where did you graduate from?" Cordelia suddenly thought to ask.
"Yale."
"Wow, an Ivy League grad, huh?" Although Cordelia said this in a teasing tone, she felt even more
inferior.
He was an overseas student, while she was just a local undergrad. The gap between them was
enormous.
"I'm far from being a scholar," he said, his face expressionless as he looked at Cordelia.
"That's because you have high standards. You don't mind appearing on my Facebook, do you?" she
asked, curiosity piqued.
"Not at all."
"If you're okay with it, then let's do it tomorrow." Cordelia instinctively clung to his arm as she proposed
this.
"Okay."
The next day, after having Ronan's homemade doughnuts for breakfast, they set off. Starting from the
Garden Estates, they took the 982 bus to the end of the line, switched buses, and then switched again,
taking in the scenery along the way before heading home.
While waiting for the bus, Cordelia asked Ronan, "Do you have a bus pass?"
Ronan turned to look at Cordelia. "Can't we just use cash?"
Cordelia gave it some thought. "We could, but it's not as convenient."
"As long as it's possible."
Once they got on the bus, Ronan promptly fed a ten-dollar bill into the fare box.
The 982 bus fare from the first to the last stop was only three dollars.
Ronan told the driver, "It's for both of us."
"Alright, make sure to hold onto your wife," the driver advised Ronan.
It wasn't rush hour, so the bus wasn't crowded. Cordelia and Ronan sat in the front row.
Cordelia chose the seat by the window. Looking at the scenery outside, she was in high spirits.
Since yesterday, Ronan had noticed that Cordelia would smile whenever she looked out at the scenery.
Her hand rested in Ronan's, and their fingers intertwined.