Chapter 489
Although Cordelia was dismissive, Petra took the words to heart, wondering when Ronan might show
up?
As soon as ss was over, Cordelia left the ssroom.
Despite two ill-timed messages during the lecture, Cordelia’s ss was a resounding sess, easily
earning the title of a quality course.
Petra took the course rmendation form home. She kept recalling Ronan''s text: he wasing to
Birchwood tomorrow.
Petra wanted to see Ronan again. Unfortunately, even if he dide, there was no guarantee that he''d
want to see her child. After all, he wasn’t the father and had no connection to the child.
Petra even resorted to flipping a coin in a childish attempt to predict his actions.
Heads: he woulde, Tails: he wouldn’t.
When itnded on heads, she would get excited. But if it was tails, she would be incredibly
anxious. In the end, there were more anxious moments than there were happy ones.
The only reason he wasing to Petra’s ce was because of Jayson. At that moment, Petra was
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watching her child ying with blocks on the floor, and she hatched a n.
The next morning, after a meeting at Empower Operations, Ronan came to Cordelia''s apartment in
Unity Hall.
Cordelia was at home, writing a paper and doing research, her sses perched on her nose. When
she opened the door to find Ronan standing there, her first question was, "Where''s Callum?"
"You only care about Callum?" Cordelia asked, throwing a metaphorical bucket of cold water over
Ronan, who was clearly displeased.
Cordelia lowered her gaze slightly, "Aren’t you standing right here in front of me?"
"He''s at the office, Emerson is looking after him for a few days."
"How long is a few days?" Cordelia was relentless.
"Couple of days, depending on the situation. Why? Worry about your own son?" It was clear that
Ronan was getting impatient with Cordelia''s constant inquiries about Callum.
Feeling slightly relieved, Cordelia wasn’t as on edge as before. She thought: With so many people at
the office, even if na tried anything, it wouldn''t be easy. Hopefully, Emerson would bepetent.
Cordelia opened the door wider and let Ronan in.
"Still hurting?" Ronan asked once he was inside.
"Do you think I didn''t reply because I didn''t see your message?" Cordelia recalled the embarrassment
from the ss, and her anger red up.
"What''s the deal then? Too shy to admit it hurts?" Ronan said, pulling out a cigarette.
It was snatched away before he could light it. "No smoking in my room," Cordelia dered.
Ronan looked up at Cordelia, "Quite the bossy one, aren''t you?"
Unperturbed, Cordelia had already put the cigarette away. Ronan gave a small chuckle.
"What brings you here this time?"
"I have a few meetings at Empower Operations. Did Peter not tell you, or do I need to report to you?"
Ronan asked.
"I don''t understand the high-level stuff." Cordelia moved around her room, returning the cigarette and
then back to her desk, trying to recollect her disrupted thoughts.
Cordelia hated interruptions when she was working on her paper.
Ronan noticed that Cordelia''s room was filled with boxes. It seemed smaller than thest time he was
there, making him feel somewhat ustrophobic. He frowned, seemingly thinking, "How can anyone
live in such a tiny ce?"
"Haven''t put the snacks in the fridge?" He asked Cordelia.
Cordelia adjusted her sses and continued thinking, answering absentmindedly, "The fridge is small.
Can''t fit."
"Not nning to get a bigger fridge?"
Cordelia adjusted her sses again, "The room is small. Won''t fit."
"Not nning to get a bigger house?"
It took a moment for Cordelia to process the conversation about the "bigger house," "What are you
trying to say?"
"Aren''t you going to buy a house?" Ronan asked, cleaning up the scattered snack boxes as he spoke
to Cordelia.