Chapter 309


    At night.


    Cordelia was cross with Ronan, and the recent passing of her grandmother had her tossing and turning


    in bed, unable to sleep.


    “Stop moving,” Ronan mumbled, running his hand over her belly. He had his eyes closed, desperately


    trying to suppress his desires.


    But Cordelia couldn''t sleep, and it was impossible for her to stay in one position. Her restless fidgeting


    in bed only served to stoke Ronan''s arousal.


    “I said stop moving!” Ronan''s voice was low and filled with a stern rebuke for Cordelia.


    “Why don''t you go sleep in your own bed?” Cordelia retorted.


    Ronan couldn''t take it anymore. He reached over and grabbed Cordelia’s boobs. “If you’re teasing me,


    then let’s do it.”


    His grip was painful, making her feel like she was about to explode. Cordelia struggled, but he was


    persistent.


    Exhausted after the orgasm, Cordelia finally fell into a restless sleep.


    Ronan’s actions made Cordelia so annoyed that she wouldn’t look at him when she woke up. It’s not


    like she had been purposely teasing him.


    The next morning, Cordelia got up for breakfast.


    “Has he gone? Did he take his packed lunch?” Cordelia asked Janice.


    “He took it. No social obligations today,” Janice replied with a smile.


    Janice had prepared a hearty breakfast for Cordelia, who had filled up three lunch boxes.


    After a busy morning, Cordelia messaged Brooklyn on Facebook Messenger. [What’s for lunch?]


    [Ordered takeout.]


    [Shall we eat together in the conference room on the first floor? I’d like to have a chat with you.]


    Cordelia suggested, wanting to talk to her best friend about her grandmother’s passing.


    She felt guilty for not attending her grandmother''s funeral. Although she was pregnant, the feeling of


    being an ungrateful grand-daughter still lingered.


    “Sure.”


    Before long, Cordelia and Brooklyn made their way to the first-floor conference room.


    Brooklyn had only ordered a bowl of pho, which seemed paltrypared to Cordelia’svish spread. “I


    knew I shouldn’t have subjected myself to this humiliation,” Brooklyn grumbled as she opened her


    takeout.


    “I can’t finish it all. You can have some,” Cordelia offered.


    “No thanks, I don’t want to be a charity case. Besides, I can’t eat your pregnancy meal.”


    Cordelia chuckled, “What’s the big deal? Ronan eats it every day, and always has the same meals as


    me.”


    “Can I reallypare to him?” Brooklyn grumbled, clearly annoyed at Cordelia''s constant mention of


    Ronan.


    Brooklyn then brought up a personal topic. “Cordelia, your belly is so big now. Can you two still… you


    know… at night?”


    “Brooklyn, we’re eating,” Cordelia protested.


    “But it doesn''t stop you from answering, right? You have babies in your womb, can he still… you


    know… Does it hurt?” Brooklyn asked bluntly.


    Cordelia, with a mouthful of food, gave Brooklyn a look. “Why don’t you ask Edwin to demonstrate?”


    “Ugh.” Brooklyn’s face fell at the mention of Edwin. He was a sore spot for her.


    Cordelia thought the topic would be dropped, but Brooklyn pressed on, “Can Mr. Evans resist?”


    “No,” Cordelia admitted. She thought about Ronan at home, the way he looked at her, and his moves in


    bed; everything was filled with an implicit tease.


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    “So, what does he do? Did you buy him a blow-up doll or something?”


    Cordelia didn’t really want to discuss this topic while eating. “Well, there are other ces he can… you


    know. If he doesn''t do it at least two or three times a day, he feels like he wasted the day.”


    Brooklyn looked puzzled. “Where else can he…?”


    “Don’t ask. You’ll understand when you’re older. Even kids know this stuff. Howe you don''t?”


    Cordelia blushed as she continued eating.


    “But did you know before he did it?” Brooklyn teased Cordelia.


    “Pfft,” Cordelia scoffed. “Get serious.”