Chapter 9


    Lumos Enterprises was a mile away from school. To make life easier, Cordelia shared a two-bedroom


    apartment near thepany. Meanwhile, Adrian was living solo in their mom''s house.


    Saturday, 10 a.m.


    Ronan picked up Cordelia from her ce.


    At Ronan''s request, Cordelia was dressed to the nines - white t-shirt, red mini skirt, white sneakers,


    looking fresh and full of pep. Young people always looked good no matter how they dressed.


    This time, Ronan didn''t drive. He and Cordelia were sitting side by side in the back seat. When


    Cordelia got in the car, Ronan just nced at her, not saying a word.


    Once they hit the highway, Cordelia suddenly remembered an unresolved issue. Did their marriage of


    convenience include sex? She had hastily signed the agreement without asking and was totally thrown


    off by her financial straits.


    Considering they were putting on a show for Barney and were heading to his ce soon, they were


    bound to share a room for the night. Would he want to...you know? The thought sent Cordelia into a


    flurry of anxiety.


    Not sure if the driver knew about her and Ronan''s deal, she texted Ronan to avoid the driver


    overhearing. [Mr. Evans, does our agreement include that?]


    Ronan leisurely picked up his phone when he heard the notification sound and checked the message.


    Cordelia sat up straight. From the corner of her eye, she saw Ronan replying rather dismissively. She


    tightened her grip on her phone.


    Soon, a "1 new message from 1 contact" appeared on her screen. She unlocked her phone to check


    her chat with John Doe.


    [Which one?]


    Cordelia''s mind was about to explode. He was being so nonchnt about such an important question.


    Was he genuinely clueless or just ying dumb?


    [That one.]


    After a while, her phone dinged again, she quickly checked her phone.


    [What do you think?]


    Upon seeing the reply, Cordelia was on the verge of a breakdown and was speechless. Just as


    Cordelia was unsure how to respond, she heard him say, "Am I John Doe?"


    Caught off guard by his question, she nced at him. He was looking at her phone. The chat showed


    that she was texting John Doe.


    "Huh?" Cordelia was confused, but quickly said, "That''s just a pseudonym. I was afraid if I put Mr.


    Evans, people might figure it out and blow our cover."


    She was trying to assure Ronan that she was not bbing about their rtionship, on the contrary, she


    was being discreet.


    Ronan didn’t want to continue the conversation and turned his gaze back out the window.


    Cordelia thought to herself, “Why is Ronan being so cold? Can''t he just answer a question properly?”


    If he was not answering her on messenger, she would just ask him directly. She didn’t care whether the


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    driver knew or not.


    "Mr. Evans, did you bring condoms?" Cordelia asked Ronan seriously.


    She absolutely couldn’t get pregnant. She needed to get her CPA, be a sessful career woman,


    and make money. She couldn’t let a child obstruct her career.


    Hearing Cordelia''s question, Ronan turned to look at her, slightly frowning, as if thinking, “Why is this


    girl so udylike?”


    "I didn''t bring any." After saying that, he looked out the window again.


    Cordelia swallowed hard, clearly nervous. But then again, him not bringing a condom could’ve meant


    he was not nning on doing it. After thest time, he could’ve been thinking she was a burden and


    was having regrets. Now that he was clear-headed, he wouldn''t make the same mistake again, right?


    Besides, as the president of Lumos Enterprises, why would he want a lowly intern to bear his child?


    Feeling relieved, Cordelia let out a sigh.