Chapter 234


    Cordelia toyed with a piece of pickled plum, her gaze settling on Ronan.


    "Don’t you want your cases?" he asked again.


    Cordelia moved over to sit beside Ronan.


    "Is that all?"


    "What else do you want, Mr. Evans? Lumos Enterprises is a giant in its field; this bit of business is but a


    drop in the ocean for you. Moreover, auditing isn''t Lumos Enterprises'' main gig, but it''s our bread and


    butter. Mr. Evans, cut us some ck, please. I''m pregnant, and yet I still have to sing for my supper. It''s


    not easy for us, is it? The holidays are around the corner, and without money, my baby and I will be left


    out in the cold." Cordelia cajoled Ronan with a mix of sincerity and ttery.


    "You guys? Who?" Ronan picked up on her choice of words.


    Who could it be? It was just her and Jamie.


    "Oh, just me and the baby." Cordelia knew he didn''t like Jamie, so she didn''t mention him.


    Ronan''s gaze dropped to Cordelia''s belly, which seemedrger than most expecting mothers, plump


    and round. His hand reached out to stroke her belly.


    Cordelia tried to pull away. "Well, it''s not the first time for you." He watched her intently.


    "We''re divorced, Ronan. Strangers."


    "If we''re strangers, then why did youe to me?" Ronan retorted.


    Cordelia was left speechless.


    "Why is your belly so big?" Ronan switched the topic when he noticed how Cordelia was at a loss for


    words. He even entertained the idea that maybe she was further along than she imed.


    However, Cordelia just chuckled. "Mr. Evans, I''m just lucky. I''m having twins."


    "Twins?" Ronan frowned.


    "That''s right. Others have to go through it twice, but I only have to do it once. I''m done for life," Cordelia


    replied.


    Ronan snorted. She was lucky alright, that man sure had some skills.


    "Stay with me tonight." Ronan leaned in closer, his hand sliding up her thigh.


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    Cordelia flinched slightly. "Mr. Evans, you have some interesting tastes."


    "I just like pregnant women!" he whispered huskily into Cordelia''s ear. As he leaned in closer to


    Cordelia again, the soft scent of her perfume filled his senses, as if he was standing in a garden of


    flowers.


    "My hands are sticky. Could you hand me a wet wipe, Mr. Evans?" Cordelia asked, her gazending on


    a packet of wet wipes nearby. She had been holding a pickled plum earlier, and her hands were sticky


    from it.


    "Sticky? From what?" He looked at Cordelia with a yful glint in his eyes.


    "Pickled plum," Cordelia whispered into Ronan''s ear. "We don''t have that kind of rtionship anymore.


    Not after you pushed my mom down the stairs. It''s not possible."


    Ronan handed her a wet wipe without a word.


    Cordelia carefully wiped each finger. At a nce, she noticed that Ronan had beautiful hands. They


    were slender, with healthy, pale nails. His eyes were also captivating, unlike anyone else’s, with their


    dark pupils. They were incredibly expressive.


    For a fleeting moment, Cordelia wondered if her future children would inherit his good looks. She hadn''t


    taken a good look at Ronan before, but now, with hopes and spections about her babies’


    appearance, and knowing he was the father, Cordelia wanted to see if she could find any clues in his


    features.


    He had thick earlobes. Cordelia thought to herself how wonderful it would be if her children also had


    thick earlobes.


    "Will you stay with me tonight? If you do, all the contracts are yours. If this is how you want to close


    deals, who am I to stop you?" He pulled Cordelia closer, shifting her body towards him, but due to


    Cordelia''s swollen belly, her upper body was left hanging in the air, her chest appearing smaller in


    "Sure, I''ll stay. But not tonight, Mr. Evans. Pregnancy has left me perpetually tired. I''ve been out so long


    today, I''m exhausted. How about tomorrow? I''ll pick a nice ce," Cordelia suggested amicably. After


    all, Ronan was her golden goose. Just a flick of his wrist, and she would be rolling in dough.


    "Pick a ce?" Ronan''s intention was clear. His ce was the most suitable.


    "But it''s more exciting to do it outdoors, don''t you think?" Cordelia retorted.


    "Fine, contact me when you''ve picked a ce. Once you''ve slept with me, you''ll never have to worry


    about money ever again." With that, Ronan got up and left.


    He knew Cordelia wouldn''t let him drive her home tonight. She didn''t want him to know where she


    lived. But could she ever really escape him?