Chapter 391
Cordelia returned to her apartment, it was three in the afternoon. At this time, Taylor would have been
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at work already.
She entered her bedroom, shed her coat, quickly pulled her hair into a bun, donned a fluffy white
sweater, and sat down at her desk to read.
The entire motion was fluid and uninterrupted.
"Didn''t you notice there''s another person in the room?" Ronan''snguid voice resonated from behind
her.
How could Cordelia not have noticed? The moment she stepped through the door, she saw Ronan. He
was awake, but hadn''t gotten out of bed,ying there bare-skinned against the headboard.
He didn''t seem to mind the cold.
"I saw you," Cordelia replied, reaching for a pair of silver-rimmed sses by her side.
Her desk was positioned behind the bed, so Ronan could see her put on sses, but not her face while
wearing them.
He was intrigued. She had once said he looked like a ''scruffy schr'' with sses on. So, did she
transform into a virtuous maiden with hers?
"Are you short-sighted?" He tilted his head, trying to get a better look at Cordelia with her sses on,
but only managed to catch sight of her obedient and upright back.
"I''ve been slightly short-sighted for a while, about fifty degrees. It''s not a big deal, I don''t really need
sses. But now that I''m back to studying and sometimes I can''t see clearly, so I got sses," Cordelia
answered.
"Why didn''t youe back for lunch? Weren''t you supposed to video call our son?" He asked.
Cordelia clenched her fist slightly. "Something came up. I got held up. Aren''t you supposed to be
leaving?"
"Do you want me to leave?" Ronan asked her.
"Umm…" Cordelia tightened her grip on her fist. "It''splicated, hard to exin."
"What was so important that you even missed seeing your son?" Ronan lit a cigarette behind her,
questioning her.
Cordelia didn''t want to tell him that she had be friends with a woman from his past. To be precise,
she didn''t want to mention the name "Petra" in front of him at all.
"I was discussing assignments with my tutor, and I lost track of time." Cordelia didn''t turn around and
continued to read her book intently.
"What a diligent student," Ronanmented sarcastically.
"Oh, when are you nning to leave?" Cordelia recalled the important question.
Ronan nced at the pillow beside him. "I''ve got five condoms left. I''ll leave once they''re all used up."
Cordelia''s hand tightened into fists. If it was like before, he could finish five in two days.
On a normal day, Cordelia could study for an entire afternoon after returning home at noon. But not
today, with Ronan around, she couldn''t concentrate on her studies.
Finance was a subject that required 120% effort to grasp. At present, Cordelia could only summon 70%
of that and already felt overwhelmed.
"I haven''t eaten," Ronan suddenly stated.
It seemed that Cordelia wouldn''t have a peaceful afternoon and would be unable to focus on her
books.
Cordelia started twirling her pen. "I''ll see what''s in the fridge. But don''t get your hopes up. Taylor and I
usually eat out, so we don''t have a lot of food at home."
"Go ahead," Ronan instructed.
Reluctantly, Cordelia stood up from her chair.
As she turned around, Ronan caught a glimpse of Cordelia with sses. The round-bottom, t-top
sses with a hint of pink against the white made her look not dull, but rather charming and attractive.
Along with her white sweater, she radiated an alluring, austere beauty. Her physique and gaze were
reminiscent of a young woman without a child.
"I think we only have instant soup in the fridge. Are you okay with that?" She asked while adjusting her
sses.
"I''ll eat anything you make," Ronan replied, his eyes roving over Cordelia.
It seemed like every time he saw her, she had something new to offer, a stark contrast to the likes of
Deanna.
Cordelia headed to the kitchen.