The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 6

The moment Ronan saw Cordelia standing at the door, he knew she had changed her mind. He

couldn't help but sneer at her pathetic attempt to play hard to get.

Cordelia quickly pulled herself together, knowing she was there to ask for his help, she tried to sound

pleasing, "Morning, Mr. Evans."

"You're up earlier than me." After saying that, Ronan opened the door, sat in his office chair, turned on

the computer, and started checking files.

"Did you come to see me for something?" He asked Cordelia without much concern.

Hearing his hoarse voice, Cordelia remembered he didn't have an umbrella in the rain last night, and

quickly asked, "Mr. Evans, did you catch a cold? Remember to drink more warm fluid, okay? Got any

meds?"

Being caught in the rain was a big deal. Her father once worked overtime in the rain at a construction

site and ended up bedridden for days.

"Just spit it out if you have something to say." Ronan's voice was somewhat impatient. To him,

Cordelia's concern was just a show.

"Mr. Evans, do you still stand by what you said yesterday?" Cordelia asked, bracing herself.

"What?" Ronan didn't even look up.

Was he playing dumb, or had he genuinely forgotten? "The thing about getting married you

mentioned." Cordelia's voice was a bit shaky.

It was as if Ronan had just registered what she was talking about, "That? What's the issue?"

In fact, Cordelia had already expected Ronan's attitude. Once she sought him out, he would put on

airs. But even if he did, Cordelia had no choice. She had already lost the initiative. Now Ronan was in

complete control of the situation; she could only be at his mercy.

"Do you still need someone to marry?" Cordelia tried to make her voice sound as pleasing as possible.

And this attempt to please was not lost on Ronan. "Yes." Ronan lit a cigarette and sat back in his chair,

staring at Cordelia.

"You asked me yesterday, and I didn't think it through at the time, but after giving it some thought, I Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

think I can do it." Cordelia tried to hide her embarrassment.

But in Ronan's eyes, her face was just a mask of pretense. "I do need someone to marry. That's a fact,

but how do you know I haven't found the one I need?" Ronan retorted.

"Huh?" Cordelia’s eyes showed her impatience as she quickly thought about where she could get the

money if Ronan's path didn't work out.

Seeing Cordelia's expression, Ronan thought to himself, she thought she was the one in control but

was now being controlled. He had thought she was confident, but now he saw she was just a small fry,

getting all flustered.

"Why did you suddenly change your mind? I remember you saying you already have a boyfriend."

Ronan asked after a moment of silence.

"You said I could make terms yesterday. I'm doing this for money, and you're doing it to give your

grandpa peace of mind. It's a win-win. I think that's reason enough."

"Alright. You're pretty straightforward," Ronan smirked. "Can I ask why you need money at such a

young age?"

Cordelia thought for a moment. If she told others her mother was seriously ill, it would definitely expose

her constant leaves of absence, which would affect her job at Lumos Enterprises. Since she had

already lied about having a boyfriend, she might as well use the "boyfriend" as an excuse.

"You might already know, the housing prices in Millstone are very high. If my boyfriend and I don't eat

or drink, we might still need two hundred years to afford a house. My boyfriend told me yesterday he is

going to intern somewhere else. I want to earn some more money during this time, and surprise him

when he comes back." Cordelia's ability to make up lies was pretty impressive, with no flaws.

"Will your boyfriend agree to this?" Ronan continued.

"Of course he won't. I'll lie to him. A thorough lie."

"How much money do you need?" Ronan continued to ask coldly.

"How much can you give?" Cordelia returned to her serious demeanor.

Ronan had initially thought of saying five million, but seeing her eagerness to earn money, and his

growing dislike for Cordelia, he suddenly didn't want to make it easy for her. He wanted to give her a

hard time.

"A basic salary of one million. Plus..." Ronan casually said, "There will be some specific terms, I will

give you a written agreement later, it will include performance assessment content. In general, making

five million a year here is no big deal. If you work here for two years, I'll give you a house."

Cordelia was stunned. Five million a year? Was making money with Ronan that easy?

"Okay, then we have a deal. Let's exchange contact information. If you need anything, you can inform

me anytime."