Chapter 141


    It was morning and Barney was holed up in his room, doodling away.


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    "Grandpa, I''m here to see you," Deanna told Barney.


    "Is that you, Deanna? You and Ronan have a chinwag in the living room. I won''t be budging from here,"


    chuckled Grandpa.


    "Grandpa, you''re cracking me up. Truth be told, I was hoping Ronan would invest in me, but he wasn’t


    biting." Deanna said, pretending to be disappointed.


    "So you want me to twist his arm, do you?" Barney replied, grinning.


    "No way, I wouldn''t put you in a tight spot." Deannaughed back. She then noticed a bottle of


    "Betaloc" medicine next to Barney''s drawing table.


    Like many elderly folks, Grandpa had his fair share of old-age ailments and relied heavily on his meds.


    Deanna, being an actress and pretty worldly, knew that this medicine was primarily for treating heart


    failure.


    "Grandpa, I better be off now," Deanna said.


    "Alright then," Grandpa replied nonchntly, continuing his drawing.


    After Deanna left, she chatted with Ronan again, "How about this, Ronan. Youe with me to my


    workce on Sunday, and then decide whether you want to invest. How does that sound?”


    "Sunday? I''ve already got ns." Ronan had already made arrangements to discuss a project with


    someone.


    Deanna pretended to be angry. "Well, I guess we''ll have to take a rain check on that one."


    In the afternoon, Cordelia came home and dropped a set of keys in front of Ronan. It was the keys to


    Shelley''s house, which Ronan recognized all too well.


    "What''s up?" he asked Cordelia, looking up.


    "My mom said no. Why are you giving us such a valuable thing out of the blue? My mom specifically


    asked me to bring these keys back to you today," Cordelia said. "My brother won''t listen to her.


    Besides, he''s already moved into the house you gave him. She ns to move back to the old house in


    the future, so you don''t need to bother yourself anymore!"


    Seeing Cordelia trying so hard to protect her dignity and thinking about Deanna and her mother''s


    greed, Ronan was filled with mixed feelings.


    "This house is worth a lot more than half a million," Ronan said. "Don''t you want more?" Once upon a


    time, he thought Cordelia was a real gold digger.


    "But we can''t ept it. Money needs toe from legitimate channels." Cordelia said, tidying up her


    clothes in her room.


    "Are you worried that if we get too much, it will affect our rtionship in the future?" Ronan asked


    again.


    Cordelia''s eyes dimmed. She knew that one day she would have to part ways with Ronan, so why


    would she want his things?


    "We''re going to split up sooner orter," said Cordelia.


    "Can''t bear it?"


    Cordelia didn’t say anything, but her eyes welled up with tears. Despite her inexperience, she knew it


    was hard to find someone as generous as Ronan.


    "Come here for a moment," Ronan said softly, sitting on the sofa. He''d been lounging around in casual


    clothes all day.


    Cordelia looked at him, puzzled. Thinking about what he was like in bed the night before, she thought,


    “He''s so unpredictable.”


    She didn’t understand Ronan''splex emotions.


    "What''s up?" Cordelia asked, nervously sitting down on hisp.


    Ronan''s lips gently touched her cheek.


    "Why didn''t you go to work today?" Cordelia asks.


    "Wasn''t it because you wore me outst night?" Ronan replied with a smile.


    "You..." Cordelia stammered. "No matter what I say, you always have aeback. I can''t argue with


    you!"


    "I have the upper hand in bed too!" Ronan continued.


    Whenever she thought about how Ronan always made jokes like this anytime and anywhere,


    Cordelia''s heart skipped a beat.


    "I indeed can''tpete with you, and I can''t satisfy you," Cordelia said, closing her eyes momentarily,


    not really caring about what Ronan said. "What did you do at home today? Did you take the day off to


    recover fromst night?"


    "Deanna was here today, and we talked about investment stuff."


    Cordelia''s chest heaved. "I knew it! Go sleep with her. You guys slept together before, right?"


    With that, Cordelia tried to get off Ronan''sp. But in a sh, Ronan pushed her down onto the sofa,


    began to undress her, and nted a deep kiss on her cheek.


    "I only want to sleep with you!" he whispered into Cordelia''s ear.


    These days, Ronan had been trying to adjust his emotions, mainly towards Cordelia. He couldn’t stand


    her gaze, couldn’t stand her frequent frying of steaks, and most importantly, he couldn’t stand the


    umbre she left in his car.


    He was adjusting deep down inside, but he didn’t show it.


    Whenever these two emotions were at war in his heart, he would push Cordelia onto the bed with


    force, using this way to confirm that Cordelia was his wife, and she was not with him for any other


    reasons...