Chapter 187


    Mna came back to the office.


    Cordelia said, "Mna, I want to sign up for the project with Grant''spany."


    Mna was startled at first, thenughed. "Totally forgot that you know Mr. Evans. You''re ahead of the


    game, knowing before I even mentioned it. I wouldn''t have thought to involve you if you hadn''t brought


    it up. Since you''re interested, we need to make sure the project runs smoothly. Get the rted


    documents from Proxima Ventures tomorrow."


    Cordelia nodded inprehension. She finished her work for the day and spent the afternoon


    reviewing notes in Ronan''s office.


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    After handing in her notes, Ronan carried on with his own tasks without looking at them. But today,


    Cordelia seemed distracted, her mind preupied with her mother''s words.


    It wasn''t until Emerson rapped on the table. "Mrs. Evans, we''re in the middle of a lesson here. Just


    because it''s free doesn''t mean you can disrespect it. You''re not paying, but someone else footed the


    bill for you." Emerson was always blunt, and there was a slight tease in his words.


    "Ah..." Cordelia sneakily nced at Ronan, finding him watching her. She suddenly realized she was


    like a misbehaving student being reported to the ss teacher. Now, the ss teacher was ring at


    her sternly.


    Reluctantly, Cordelia focused on her books.


    On the way home, Ronan asked her, "What''s up?"


    "Nothing."


    "Aren’t you afraid your nose will grow from telling lies?"


    Cordelia felt that Ronan always used this metaphor like he was coaxing a child. "Let it grow then, I''m


    not scared, as long as you''re not!" Cordelia said nonchntly.


    Ronan nced at her. "You''re not afraid of getting punished?"


    Cordelia muttered, "Who''s getting punished? You are."


    "What are you talking about?" Ronan furrowed his eyebrows, asking her.


    "Nothing."


    "Spill the beans, maybe I can help," Ronan said.


    Cordelia pondered for a moment, then told Ronan what Shelley told herst night. "I''m not the daughter


    of your lifesaver, you can do as you please now!" Cordelia said fearlessly to Ronan.


    "Really?" Ronanughed. "I can really do as I please?" Knowing she wasn''t Castiel''s real daughter, he


    felt less pressured.


    "Yep." Cordelia thought, why was he so rxed? He could propose divorce whenever he wanted.


    Ronan looked at Cordelia. "Don''tin when I do as I please tonight."


    Cordelia thought, why does he always bring that up? He''s always serious and cautious at work, giving


    off a stern vibe that keeps people at bay. Why does he be a different person around her?


    "Oh, Mna told me to get the Proxima Ventures documents tomorrow." Cordelia changed the subject.


    "I''ll send you the location and Grant''s contact infoter."


    "Why do I need Grant''s? Can''t I have someone from their Finance Department?" Cordelia asked,


    puzzled.


    "It''s fine." He didn''t want her to ask too much, so Cordelia didn''t inquire further. "What time are we


    leaving tomorrow?"


    "Mna said I can work after getting the documents. We can sleep in tomorrow." Cordelia suddenly


    Ronan looked at Cordelia thoughtfully. "So, what are you hinting at?"


    Cordelia thought, what was she hinting at? What could she hint at? In front of Ronan, her IQ seemed


    not so high, her hints were practically tant. She didn''t have the guts to y mind games with Ronan.


    However, that night, Ronan made Cordelia understand what he meant by "Cordelia''s hint." Cordelia


    nearly fainted on the bed. She fell into a drowsy sleep, while Ronan went downstairs to make a call.