Chapter 330


    Around 11 o''clock, Ronan and Cordelia disembarked from the bus and took a stroll.


    The long bus ride had left them drained.


    Feeling parched, Ronan popped into a convenience store and grabbed a soda.


    He was sporting a jacket, with his hands tucked into his pockets, nonchntly flipping the jacket back


    to reveal his grey shirt.


    He stood by the roadside, tilting his head back to drink the soda, and his Adam''s apple was bobbing.


    He looked utterly attractive.


    Cordelia watched him from the side, then, she captured this moment with a quick snap of her camera.


    She even intentionally blurred the surroundings, leaving only the image of him drinking soda. Under the


    sunlight, he looked sexy and desirable.


    Cordelia''s heart fluttered.


    She posted the photo on Facebook. As Ronan had said the night before, he didn''t mind appearing on


    her Facebook.


    In fact, he seemed slightly miffed that he didn''t appear on her Facebook.


    Moreover, the provocative intent behind Deanna''s Facebook post yesterday was so evident that


    Cordelia naturally wanted to respond in kind.


    The photo of Ronan was incredibly handsome and appealing, the bobbing of his Adam''s apple would


    surely lure many women.


    Cordelia had even crafted a caption. [He''s back. The boy with the soda!]


    He was indeed brimming with a youthful charm.


    After resting for a while, Cordelia and Ronan caught another bus.


    During the ride, Cordelia checked her phone and noticed that this was the most liked andmented


    post she''d ever had.


    In just a few minutes, she received over three hundred likes and nearly a hundredments.


    Most werepliments about "Mr. Evans'' good looks." After all, ttering the boss never hurts.


    Brooklyn asked, [Did Mr. Evans go out with you?]


    Cordelia replied, [Yeah.]


    Cordelia nudged Ronan, who was sitting next to her. "Your employees areplimenting your good


    looks."


    "Who?" He asked, expressionless.


    "I''ll screenshot it for you."


    Cordelia sent several screenshots to Ronan.


    There were so manyments, they couldn''t fit into one screenshot.


    Ronan nced at his phone. "I''ll call the HR Department. These people should have their wages


    docked."


    "You''re such a killjoy!" Cordelia turned her head towards the window, ignoring him.


    Cordelia waited for a long time, but Deanna''sments never came.


    Presumably, Deanna was fuming at the sight of Cordelia''s Facebook post.


    Even by five in the afternoon, Deanna had notmented.


    Just before they got off the bus, Cordelia, hoping for some recognition, said to Ronan, "Deanna didn''t


    Ronan had seen Deanna''sment on Cordelia''s previous Facebook post.


    He figured that was Cordelia''s aim – to infuriate Deanna.


    "So, I''m just a tool for you to provoke her?" Ronan was slightly displeased.


    "Of course not!" Cordelia objected. "You saidst night that you didn''t mind being on my Facebook."


    Ronan red at her. "Cordelia, would it kill you to say something nice?"


    "It wouldn''t kill me, but it would be embarrassing." Cordelia grabbed Ronan''s hand, and they strolled


    back home.


    By the time they reached their front steps, Cordelia was utterly exhausted. She stood there, unable to


    take another step.


    Ronan continued to walk ahead, ignoring her.


    "Wait up," she pleaded from behind.


    Ronan didn''t listen because he''d already pressed the elevator button.


    "The reason I let you appear on my Facebook is to announce to everyone that you''re mine. Don''t you


    understand that? Is that nice enough?" Cordelia was somewhat frustrated.


    After a while, Ronan finally turned his head. "Aren''t youing?"


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    "But I can''t move."


    Ronan, resigned, walked over to Cordelia, and picked her up.


    Lifting Cordelia now required a great deal of effort.