Chapter 11


    Cordelia''s life wasn''t as smooth sailing as Ronan''s. When she was still in elementary school, she had


    to cook for herself because her dad was always at work on construction sites, and her mom was also


    working. At that time, she was so short that she had to stand on a stool to light the stove, cooking for


    herself and her no-good brother.


    As for hand-rolling pasta, Cordelia was a pro by the time she was in sixth grade.


    After a while, she had a steaming te of pasta on the table. Seeing Barney''s beaming face, she felt


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    like she was back in the days when Ronan’s grandma was around, and Barney was eating happily.


    Ronan, on the other hand, was hard to read. Cordelia kept sneaking nces at him, wondering if she


    had lived up to the two grand standards.


    After dinner and some TV time, the moment Cordelia had been both anxious and excited for had


    arrived.


    At ten o''clock, Barney retreated to his bedroom.


    "Time for bed," Ronan said as he nced at Cordelia.


    "Mm-hmm." Cordelia followed Ronan to his bedroom.


    Ronan''s bedroom was huge,parable to the two-bedroom apartment Cordelia rented. It had its own


    bathroom, gym equipment, bookshelves, a desk, and a big double bed.


    "You shower, I''ll be in the living room." With that, Ronan took his pajamas out of the closet and left, not


    paying any attention to the anxious Cordelia left in his room.


    Cordelia felt like a puppet being controlled; she just nodded and headed to the bathroom with her


    pajamas. By the time she came out with her pajamas on, Ronan was already in bed reading. He


    upied half of the bed, leaving the other half naturally to Cordelia.


    Ronan was wearing high-quality silk pajamas, while Cordelia was in cotton ones that looked rather


    childish inparison.


    Throughout, Ronan didn''t nce at Cordelia once, focusing solely on his book.


    Seeing that he didn''t seem to be nning to sleep just yet, Cordelia took out her own book. She was


    studying for the CPA exam.


    She sneaked a nce at Ronan; he looked very calm. Cordelia knew that when he was drunk, he


    might have mistaken her for someone else. But now he was sober, he wouldn''t make that mistake


    again. After all, as the CEO, he wouldn''t do anything detrimental to his employees.


    While she was lost in thought, Ronan suddenly asked, "Are you studying for the CPA exam?"


    "Um... Yes!"


    "How many sections have you finished?" He seemed somewhat interested.


    "I have Financial ounting and Reporting and Regtion left. But this time, I only signed up for one,


    because I''m working and don''t have much time, and I''m about to graduate, so I have a lot going on. It''s


    safer to just take one and focus mostly on my job." Cordelia''s response was honest, hinting at her hard


    work at Lumos Enterprises.


    "Aren''t you going to blow dry your hair?" Ronan nced at her and saw that her hair was still dripping


    wet.


    "Oh, I, I''ll do thatter..." Mainly because Cordelia wasn''t used to blow-drying her hair from a young


    age.


    Ronan waved his hand as if to tell her to go dry her hair, but then his phone started ringing. Cordelia


    was sitting next to Ronan, and she could faintly hear him discussing the issue of interns staying or


    leaving thepany. Cordelia immediately felt nervous.


    "Just send out apany-wide notice on Monday." After the person on the line talked, Ronan only


    replied with this sentence.


    After hanging up the phone, Cordelia licked her lips nervously and gathered the courage to ask, "Mr.


    Evans, did they discuss whether I''m staying or leaving?"