Chapter 297


    After Cordelia got in the car, Ronan leaned against it, lighting up a cigar, attempting to soothe his


    difort. Something about the Smiths bothered him immensely.


    Ronan, born and raised in affluence, was now confronted by the Smiths'' petty bitterness and


    discourtesy that was far from genteel. Their calcting nature was evident in every nce and gesture.


    His brows were constantly furrowed.


    "What''s up?" Cordelia asked him.


    "Nothing," he said before starting the car.


    Cordelia felt both inferior and guilty, "Is it the atmosphere at my aunt and uncle''s ce that is bothering


    you?"


    "Don''t think too much," he said, "you''re not rted to them by blood."


    Ronan was trying to convince himself that Cordelia wasn''t from that family.


    "But they are my family, in practical terms, including Adrian. Blood isn''t always thicker than water. My


    biological parents abandoned me, so they clearly didn''t want me. Maybe they didn''t even have a better


    situation at my foster parents'' home, with even worse conditions, and more dysfunctional family


    dynamics. But this is my family. If it makes you ufortable, then there''s not much that can be done."


    Cordelia said, staring out of the car window.


    Ronan didn''t respond.


    Suddenly, Cordelia remembered that she had forgotten to ask her grandmother for the ring back.


    But thinking about it, if Ronan was so displeased with her family''s atmosphere, it was best not to make


    him go back. Plus, this ring, Cordelia had never cared much for it. She never thought of using it to find


    her lost kin.


    Since they abandoned her, their connection was severed.


    By the time they got home, it was already dark. From the underground garage, there were several


    flights of stairs to climb.


    Cordelia was holding her back, and Ronan extended his hand. She instinctively ced her hand in his.


    In the elevator, Cordelia tried to pull her hand away, but he just held it even tighter.


    Cordelia thought: Indeed, familiarity breeds affection. Ronan was slowly regaining his feelings for her,


    perhaps even stronger than before.


    Before, she was just a naive young girl. Now, she was carrying his child. And he was the father.


    That night, Cordelia was reflecting on her origins, feeling sad.


    "What''s wrong?" Ronan noticed Cordelia''s low spirits, it seemed like she was stealthily wiping away


    tears.


    "Nothing," Cordelia remembered that his grandfather had also passed away.


    With her back to Ronan, she asked him, "Why didn''t I see you cry when Barney passed away?"


    "Why do you ask?"


    "How can you be so heartless? You were his grandson after all, but I..." Cordelia remembered the ring


    that could prove her identity was left at her grandmother''s house, and she felt even more disinterested.


    She thought she might collect the ring the next time she went to visit her grandmother, but if she


    couldn''t, then so be it. She didn''t expect to use the ring to find her family.


    Ronan''s hand moved across Cordelia''s back, turning her towards him. His kissnded on her face, and


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    his voice, extremely intimate and maic, said, "From now on, it''s just you and me."


    His voice stirred something within Cordelia, and her long hair cascaded onto the pillow. "Who said I''m


    going to depend on you?" Cordelia said.


    Ronan''s hand stroked Cordelia''s protruding belly, and he continued to whisper in her ear, "You."


    "No." Cordelia didn''t want to hear these fatalistic words.


    "Who else?" Ronan asked Cordelia, "Well, right, two other people."


    Cordelia was startled, she pushed Ronan''s chest away, "Who?"


    "Your inws."


    Cordelia almost had a heart attack. She thought he was referring to the two babies in her belly. Scared


    once again by Ronan, Cordelia felt she could not keep the secret any longer. It was time to tell him.