Chapter 72


    Ronan and Barney had a little chit-chat downstairs.


    As he was about to head upstairs, he identally bumped into Cordelia''s bag.


    Cordelia''s bag had slid to the edge of the table, and with Ronan''s touch, books fell onto the floor. As he


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    bent down to pick them up, a book opened to the title page, on which was written: "May your dreams


    Ronan''s face fell instantly. Jamie''s handwriting was elegant. The note even included a date and


    address. The date wasst Saturday, and the address was Pages & Prose.


    Cordelia had already read over a hundred pages of this book, and she''d folded a corner where she''d


    stopped reading.


    Over two days, she''d read over a hundred pages. She sure is a fast reader!


    There was also a notebook on financial cost management, also from Jamie, filled with dense notes.


    Another textbook, bought from Pages & Prose, bore the store''s stamp.


    So, where had Cordelia been those few days she was mad at him and didn’te home?


    Ronan put the books back with a glum face and went upstairs.


    So Cordelia''s resignation wasn''t a spur-of-the-moment decision. He knew it. She wasn''t impulsive.


    She was thoughtful.


    "You''re up?" Cordelia asked when she saw him, her voice indifferent, but her eyes were full of lingering


    affection, like a girl in love.


    "Who''s got your heart racing, huh?" Ronan asked, leaning back on the couch, closing his eyes.


    "Definitely not you!" Cordelia retorted with a yful tone of annoyance.


    "I know it''s not me!" Ronan replied casually, "I''m just a contract husband, I don''t care."


    His words made Cordelia''s heart sink a little.


    "As long as you know! Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?" Cordelia nced at him, he was lying


    on the couch, his matureposure and steadfastness were irresistible.


    "If you''re here, you sleep in the bedroom. You nning to sleep with another man?" Ronan''s tone was


    light, with a hint of cold sarcasm.


    Cordelia merely grunted in response.


    She knew that if she slept in the bedroom, she wouldn''t get a good night''s sleep. Sure enough, after


    their intimacy, her body bore scratch marks. Sheined a bit petntly, "You hurt me."


    "You think being intimate with someone else wouldn''t hurt?" Ronan retorted coldly.


    Cordelia remembered his ''contract marriage''ment earlier. Even though they''d made up, she still


    believed Deanna''s instigation. Cordelia still had some doubts. In a somewhat spiteful tone, she said,


    "My future husband."


    "Oh? Really? Who''s your future husband?" Ronan started tough, augh so cold it sent chills down


    Cordelia''s spine.


    Ronan''s demeanor was slightly off, but Cordelia thought he was perfectly normal when he was


    downstairs earlier. It was impossible for his mood to change in such a short amount of time. If it did, his


    mood swings would be too frequent.


    Cordelia figured she was just overthinking.


    "I''m going to sleep, no more chitchat." She said, turning over to sleep.


    The next day, Cordelia went downstairs and found her bag neatly arranged by Janice. She was a bit


    surprised and specifically asked Janice, "Janice, did you touch anything in my bag?"


    Janice responded, "Ma''am, your bag was about to fall off the table. If I hadn''t tidied it up, how could it


    possibly be sitting neatly on the table?"


    Knowing her bag was as it was the night before, Cordelia was relieved.


    She wasn''t aware that Ronan had been watching her every move.


    Once in the car, Cordelia held her canvas bag tightly.


    While waiting at a red light, Ronan casually nced at her and jokingly asked, "What''s in your canvas


    bag? Afraid I''ll steal it?"


    "Treasure. Of course, I''m afraid you''ll snatch it!" Cordelia answered nonchntly.


    It indeed was a treasure!


    Ronan wished he could smash that precious treasure to pieces!