The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 382

Looking back on memories of Logan, Cordelia felt no pain anymore. Perhaps her affection had moved

on to Ronan. Mentioning her past lover brought no feeling to her anymore.

"Is that so? Volunteers often face all sorts of situations," Petra said, her head bowed in thought.

"Alright, I won't bother you anymore. I can't help with your predicament. Maybe you can find another

way."

Cordelia gave a bitter smile. What other way could there be? Ronan knew she didn't have any photos

of him, and he was determined to make things difficult for her. She was helpless.

She had thought that taking care of a child from afar wouldn't be a difficult task, but now, the mere act

of viewing a photo of her child had become a great challenge.

Cordelia was anxious. She sent Janice a message on Messenger. [Janice, I can't find any photos of

him anywhere. I want to see my child so badly. What should I do? Can we video chat so I can see

him?]

[Cordelia, I mainly handle the kitchen. Jessica is the one who looks after the child all day. If I video chat

with you, Jessica will find out and tell Mr. Evans, not to mention Mr. Evans' parents. It's not realistic.

Cordelia, Mr. Evans wants you to come back, don't you get it? Why are you so stubborn?]

Cordelia didn't want things to be this way, but she had her reasons.

She thought to herself, “If Ronan truly forbids me from seeing my child, I will go home for a bit. I could

then tell him about the threats I have received. After all, discussing such matters over the phone was

too risky.”

Janice was also worried. She understood a mother's heart and thought of taking a photo of Ronan for

Cordelia. But she was wise enough to know that with Ronan's cunning ways, doing certain things could

be pointless, and even result in a harsh backlash.

After Ronan returned home, he sat on the living room couch.

"Mr. Evans," Janice said to him. "Cordelia doesn't have any photos of you. Can you find another way to

let her see the child? She is the mother, after all."

"Hmm, she doesn't have a single one?" Ronan asked Janice calmly.

"If it involved the child, she would have given it to you if she had one."

A slight smirk appeared on Ronan's lips. Cordelia was truly heartless; she did not even have a single

photo of her man.

"Well, if that's the case, I can't do anything," Ronan said, heading for the stairs.

"Mr. Evans," Janice called out to him just as he reached the foot of the stairs.

"What is it?" Ronan turned around.

"Please, give Cordelia another chance. She's a mother; I understand her pain." Janice was torn

between her anger at Cordelia's coldness and her sympathy for her not being able to see her own

child. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Ronan slightly squinted his eyes. "Alright, since she doesn't have any photos of me, she should at least

have some of herself. She can exchange her own photos for the child's. However, this time, it's ten of

her photos for one photo of the child."

"That can be done!" Janice was overjoyed.

"Don't celebrate too soon." Ronan shattered Janice’s enthusiasm. "They have to be nude photos. With

her face visible."

With that, Ronan went upstairs. Janice stared at Ronan's retreating figure, stunned. Mr. Evans certainly

knew how to torment people.

She had no idea how to tell Cordelia. But in the end, she sent Cordelia a message on Messenger.

[Cordelia, I've told him about the photo situation. I've also found a way around it.]

[What way?] Cordelia asked anxiously.

[He said you can provide your own photos. But it's ten of your photos for one photo of the child. And

also...]

[They have to be nude photos. With your face visible.]

Cordelia was flabbergasted. Ronan’s methods of torment were indeed endless. He was forcing

Cordelia to take nude photos of herself to send them to him. That was great humiliation.

Sending them through the phone was risky. What if the men in black suits saw them? Cordelia had

decided that she could never do such a thing.

She wanted to go home and make things clear with Ronan. She wasn't attending school out of

stubbornness.

But just when Cordelia was about to buy toys for the child and prepare to return to Millstone, there was

a knock on the door.

It was work hours, and Taylor wasn't home. Upon opening the door, Cordelia was filled with dread. It

was the man in the black suit that she hadn't seen in a while.

"Long time no see, Ms. Haselwood," he said. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Come in," Cordelia said, feeling a chill down her spine.

She had thought that he had stopped paying attention to her, but it seemed he was not only still on

guard but also aware of her whereabouts. It was clear that her every move was being watched. It was

terrifying.

Once in the living room, the man in the black suit immediately noticed the child's toys on the sofa.

"Ms. Haselwood, did you buy toys for your child? That's inconsistent with what you've promised

before." The man stared at Cordelia with his cold, menacing eyes. "You said you don't like this child."

"I bought them for someone else's child. I'm not going home. Why would I buy these?" Cordelia's face

turned pale.

"You better be telling the truth! If you go home, you know what will happen. The same thing that

happened to Shayla will happen to Ronan, it won't be surprising. You can tell him, but he can't guard

against it," he told Cordelia.

“I understand!” Cordelia said, her face ashen.

Just when Cordelia was preparing to go home and explain everything to Ronan, the man in the black

suit had successfully persuaded her to stay put.