The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 381

Petra couldn't help but chuckle, as if saying, "Why dig up old teenage memories?"

"In high school, he was mature beyond his years. So steady, as if he would never make a mistake. His

eyes held this proud look that never deigned to glance at girls. Plus, he was handsome, and came from

a good family. He was too perfect to be true. What teenage girl wouldn't be drawn to such a guy? I was

no exception," Petra said, laughing.

"Him? Perfect?" Cordelia raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't he?"

With a cold huff, Cordelia retorted, "He's got a nasty temper, is chauvinist, stubborn as a mule, and is a

nightmare in bed, drives you crazy in ways you wouldn't believe."

Realizing she had let too much slip, Cordelia didn't continue.

Petra just gave a soft smile. "Guess, in my eyes, he's still that unreachable idol. For you, he's become

a real, flesh and blood man. Why do you want to divorce him again?"

"We've been divorced. Never remarried!" Cordelia stated.

Petra gave Cordelia's hand a reassuring pat.

Cordelia fell silent, suspecting that her request for a photo would likely be turned down, considering it Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

was a private matter. She pressed her lips together. "You probably don't know. When I decided to go

abroad, he didn't agree. He said he would never let me back into the house, nor let me see my kid. I

just want a picture of him..."

Upon saying this, Cordelia suddenly felt a deep sense of sorrow, and she couldn't hold back her tears.

"I just want a picture of my kid, but he said I need to give him a picture of him in exchange. His one

picture for ten pictures of my kid. But I couldn't find a single picture of him in all the photo albums. I

miss my kids so much, I..."

Cordelia couldn't bring herself to continue. She felt like the most wretched mother in history.

"You want his picture from me?" Petra asked gently. "I think I lost my wallet last time. I said it had a

picture of the person I loved the most. You probably think it was him, right?"

"Wasn't it?" Cordelia looked up in surprise.

"No." Petra shook her head, pulling out a photo to show Cordelia.

The photo that Cordelia had been curious about finally revealed itself, and it wasn't Ronan. It was a

young man Cordelia didn't recognize. He was dressed in a suit and tie, handsome and refined, with an

intellectual elegance and a certain masculine charm.

Cordelia was confused. "It's not? You don't have a picture of Ronan either?"

Petra shook her head. "I don't know why I was so obsessed back then. For several years, he was all I

thought about. I studied hard, just trying to catch up with him. But then, I met my husband. His family

was well-off, but he chose to teach in the mountains. His noble qualities moved me. We got married

after only three months of knowing each other. As I've said before, people change. Feelings change,

obsessions change. I became a teacher because of my husband's influence. He once said, 'To teach is

to nurture, to have disciples all over the world,' that's his life's wish."

Petra didn't look at Cordelia but towards the window with a content smile on her lips.

Cordelia knew that when love brought a smile, it was the right kind of love. She felt a slight sense of

relief, but a wave of despair also swept over her.

Relief because Petra was no longer a love rival, for her heart no longer held a place for Ronan. Despair

because she hadn't found a single photo. It seemed seeing her kid’s pictures was a lost cause.

"I used to have a boyfriend who went teaching in the mountains, too. Did you know?" Cordelia asked

Petra.

With the once sensitive topic no longer an issue, and given Petra's gentle demeanor, considerate

personality, and open-mindedness, Cordelia couldn't help but share more of her private life.

"Really? Why did you break up?" Petra's attention returned to Cordelia.

"He died trying to save a child from drowning," Cordelia replied.