Chapter 2


    On the bus, Ronan''s presence had turned the colleagues into silent statues, making Cordelia''s phone


    ringtone sound like a freaking fire rm in the quietness.


    Last night, Cordelia had helped a wasted Ronan back to his room, and her phone, stashed in her


    pocket, must''ve slipped out while she was undressing. After the wild night of passion, she''dpletely


    forgotten about the phone''s existence.


    The sudden ringtone scared the crap out of Cordelia, but she quickly got her shit together. It seemed


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    that Ronan''s reason for taking the bus today might have just been to wait for her, his "target." He might


    have known that she was the one he''d been withst night, or he might have not. But when the phone


    rang, and considering what Brooklyn had just said to her, she guessed that Ronan was in the know.


    That thought made Cordelia feel pretty awkward.


    Brooklyn looked at Cordelia with a puzzled look, then nced at Ronan, clearly indicating, "What the


    hell is going on?"


    "Stop calling." Cordelia held Brooklyn''s hand. She couldn''t handle more embarrassment. She didn''t


    even know how to exin this mess.


    "What on earth is going on? How did your phone end up in Mr. Evans'' hands?" Brooklyn whispered to


    Cordelia, her curiosity sparked.


    "I..." Just as Cordelia was drowning in embarrassment, Ronan in the front row suddenly turned around,


    nearly scaring the shit out of Cordelia.


    "Is this your phone?" Ronan asked Brooklyn, holding up Cordelia''s phone, which was disying "Crazy


    B." Crazy B was the nickname Cordelia had given Brooklyn.


    Brooklyn, looking like a deer caught in headlights, nodded, and said, "Yes, Mr. Evans, Cordelia couldn''t


    find her phone, so I called it."


    Brooklyn even mentioned the name "Cordelia," now there was no way for Cordelia to avoid this topic.


    "Your phone? You left it in the front seat when you were carrying your suitcase." Ronan''s gaze turned


    towards Cordelia. His eyes were indifferent but dark, familiar yet uniquely Ronan''s. Cordelia was utterly


    lost.


    "Oh, I''m such a klutz. Thank you, Mr. Evans." Despite her nervousness, Cordelia thanked Ronan, took


    the phone from his hand, and yed along with his act.


    After diffusing the awkwardness, Ronan turned back around.


    Although Cordelia appeared to be looking at her phone, she wasn''t really seeing anything. The way


    Ronan had returned her phone seemed to be a reminder thatst night''s event was over! Cordelia was


    a grown-up, she could handle this. She''d already nned to chalk upst night''s event as a dream.


    She didn''t know if Ronan remembered her name, was that a good thing or a bad thing? Cordelia began


    to hope against hope. He had so much on his te every day, how could he possibly concern himself


    with such a trivial matter?


    Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Cordelia hadn''t seen Ronan again. Even forpany


    meetings, only the higher-ups were present, and she was just an intern who could stay or leave. Apart


    from worrying about her future at Lumos Enterprises, Cordelia asionally thought of Ronan, and that


    passionate night. After all, it was her first time.


    One day, thendline on Cordelia''s desk rang.


    "Cordelia?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked.


    Cordelia felt a rush of nervousness. The voice, why did it sound like Ronan? Ever since that night,


    Ronan''s voice uttering "Turn off the lights," had been echoing in Cordelia''s mind, so the voice was not


    unfamiliar to her.


    "Yes."


    "Come to my office."


    "Huh?"


    "Come to my office," The voice repeated.


    "Okay." Cordelia felt anxious, thinking it couldn''t be work-rted. The gap between her and Ronan''s


    positions was too huge. Even if there was a work-rted issue, they wouldn''te to her. Could it be


    about the team-building day? Was Ronan trying to let her go, to prevent more people from finding out


    about that day?


    When she knocked on the door of Ronan''s office, Cordelia found that Ronan wasn''t as absent-minded


    as he was on the team-building day. Instead, he was sizing her up from head to toe, the scrutiny


    making Cordelia''s heart flutter. And those scrutinizing eyes, though deep, were incredibly captivating to


    Cordelia.


    So, Cordelia just stared greedily at Ronan, making him slightly uneasy. "Is there something on my


    face?" he asked Cordelia.


    Cordelia snapped back to reality. "Huh?"


    Ronan didn''t continue the topic. Instead, he asked Cordelia directly, "Will you marry me?"


    Cordelia furrowed her brows. "Huh?" She said again. This topic was way off from what she''d been


    thinking.