Chapter 84


    After Deanna left, Ronan didn''t bolt right away. He ordered another steak, clearly nning to have a


    long chat with Cordelia.


    Cordelia was all fired up initially, but with Deanna''s exit, she seemed a bit deted, idly stirring her


    coffee.


    She worried Ronan would blow his top over Deanna since she was his pet. She had customized over


    twenty shirts for him in the past year, and now that she had been bullied by Cordelia, Ronan would


    definitely stick up for her.


    As long as he didn''t defend Deanna in front of her and didn''t dent Cordelia''s dignity too much, Cordelia


    would be content.


    "How much did my clothes cost?" He asked Cordelia softly.


    He had spotted that Cordelia had swapped out the shirt Deanna had given him. He hadn''t looked


    closely before and had missed that.


    "Two hundred each; didn''t I tell you that before?" Cordelia replied, a bit rattled.


    "Where did you buy them?" Ronan asked as he nced at his shirt. It was hard to tell the genuine from


    the fake. A shirt that cost 200 bucks looked as good as one from abroad that cost a few grand.


    "I had them tailored at The Suit Gallery. I asked them to put thatbel on specially."


    Thebel was on the cor''s back. Ronan wanted to see it but couldn''t.


    "Where''s the shirt Deanna gave you?"


    Cordelia licked her lips. He had finally asked that question, and she tensed up instantly.


    "Uh… I gave it away." Cordelia said, scratching her head.


    "Oh? Who did you give it to?" Ronan asked, his voice mild as he turned his head to look at Cordelia.


    Cordelia was terrified that Ronan would blow up at any moment, so she nervously said, "I gave it to


    Edwin; you remember him, right? He went with me to buy aputerst time."


    "I remember."


    "His size is simr to yours, so it won''t disgrace the clothes." Cordelia was a bit anxious, afraid that


    Ronan would make her take the clothes back.


    "So why didn''t you take them back?"


    "Why should I?" Cordelia ducked her head. Her eyes squeezed into slits; she was seemingly a bit


    aggrieved. "To outsiders, I''m Ronan''s wife, and there are so many people watching me at thepany.


    Even if I have to put up with betrayal, I can''t just take it lying down, can I? I''m not a fool. Where does


    my husband wearing a shirt given by another woman leave my dignity?"


    "So who''s your husband?" Ronan asked while cutting his steak, his voice always gentle.


    "It''s you, of course."


    Ronan didn''t argue. "If you knew her intentions weren''t pure from the start, why did you ept her


    shirts?"


    "She''s been trying to get you to kick me out and humiliate me. Should I just sit back and wait for you to


    fathom your taste; what''s so great about her other than her looks?"


    "What did you say?" Ronan asked, frowning at Cordelia.


    "Nothing."


    Cordelia propped herself up on the chair with both hands, her shoulders shrugging. She was a bit on


    edge, knowing that Ronan wasying the groundwork to give her a hard time, so she felt very


    unsettled.


    Despite the long preamble, Ronan didn''t kick up a fuss. After dinner, he drove Cordelia home.


    N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    As soon as they got upstairs, Cordelia started to help him undress.


    "What are you doing?" Ronan asked. "Are you this easy with other men?"


    "No, it''s just that this cheap shirt doesn''t do justice to your charisma. Let''s get it off." She swiftly


    removed Ronan''s shirt and ced it on the bed.


    As she was looking for another shirt for Ronan, he nced at thebel on the cor of the shirt she had


    taken off, which indeed read: RC.


    "Are the other two shirts the same as this one?" Ronan asked Cordelia.


    "The same, 200 bucks each."


    "Put them away." Ronan said.


    "What?" Cordelia had already taken a dark gray shirt from the wardrobe. She adeptly helped Ronan


    into it, buttoning it up while looking up at him and chatting.


    "Put it away."


    "Do you want to wear it? But..." Cordelia wanted to say that he thought a shirt worth two grand was


    cheap, let alone one that cost 200. It didn''t go with his status.


    "The quality''s not half bad."


    "Really? If you like it, then I''ll have your shirts tailored at The Suit Gallery from now on. It''s quite a


    money-saver; even if you''re loaded, you can''t just throw money around, right?" Cordelia said excitedly,


    her face glowing. "The quality of this shirt is pretty good; it won''t disgrace you."


    "They must be exactly the same as these three." Ronan said.


    "Okay." Cordelia replied. She suddenly remembered something… Thebel.


    "What about thebel? Does it need to be the same?"


    "The same."


    Cordelia was a bit puzzled, wondering if he understood what RC stood for.


    But since he insisted, Cordelia didn''t have any other choice.


    "How often do you want a new one?" Cordelia asked.


    "Two a month."