The Contracted Ever After (Cordelia and Ronan)

Chapter 39

Today, Ronan attended a meeting and passed by Dennis Street in the afternoon. He clearly

remembered that Logan's house was on Dennis Street. He thought to himself, "This man named Logan

was just Cordelia's first love, and he had no connection to me. I had no reason to go to his place."

But his curiosity got the better of him, he had the driver pull over the car and he went to Logan's house

alone.

Logan's address was written on the title page of his diary. Ronan didn't know if he was just too focused

on this or his memory was just that good, but he remembered Logan's address crystal clear.

A middle-aged woman answered the door.

"Is this Logan's house?" Ronan asked.

"Yes, you are?"

"I was Logan's partner when he was teaching in remote areas. Just call me Mr. Evens. I originally

planned to donate computers to their school, but it's a pity what happened to Logan." Ronan said.

"Well, alright, Mr. Evens. Please come in." Said Logan's mom, a woman named Whitney, who warmly

pulled Ronan into the house. Ever since Logan's death, she treated all of Logan's friends with such

warmth, as if she could see her son in them.

Logan's dad, Lawsen, was cooking in the kitchen. Whitney introduced him, "This is Mr. Evens, a friend

from when Logan was a teacher."

"Mr. Evens, hello." Lawsen greeted him warmly too, but he was too busy cooking to shake hands. "Mr.

Evens, why don't you join us for dinner tonight?"

Logan's parents were both honest and down-to-earth people.

"We'll see." Ronan replied, but he remained mostly silent.

He noticed a picture hanging in the living room. It was Logan, who was indeed handsome. Sacrificing

himself to save others, not many people in the world could match that.

"Logan…" Whitney couldn't even finish her sentence before tears started to fall. "Logan went to remote

areas to teach children. We fully supported his decision, but we didn't expect this to happen."

"This is just a small token." Ronan said, pulling out a wad of cash and handing it to Whitney.

"No, we can't take this money. Please take it back, Mr. Evens. If you try to give us money again, I'm

afraid I have to ask you to leave."

Ronan had no choice but to take the money back. "I'll leave you my number. If you need anything, feel

free to call me." Ronan said.

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curious to see whether Cordelia would try to contact this number, given that "Mr. Evens" was a friend of

Logan and worked in the computer industry.

Ronan wasn't sure what he was up to, setting a trap for Cordelia. He returned to his office.

Whitney called Cordelia to tell her about a friend of Logan’s who came to visit, and mentioned that this

Mr. Evens was in the computer business and had planned to donate computers to Logan's school.

Since Logan's death, Whitney had been meticulously informing Cordelia about anything related to him.

"Computers?" Cordelia repeated.

She had already received the money and had been searching online for reliable computer suppliers.

Since he was Logan's friend and had previously expressed the willingness to donate, he was probably

trustworthy. Cordelia was somewhat pleased at the good news.

"Right, he was planning to donate, but unfortunately, Logan had this accident."

"Whitney, do you have his contact information?"

"Wait a moment, I'll tell you." Whitney then gave Cordelia the number Ronan had left.

"Okay, I'll contact him."

"Della, is this a difficult thing to do?"

Donating computers would cost quite a bit. Cordelia didn't want Whitney to feel pressured, so she

brushed it off.

After hanging up, Cordelia dialed the number. Of course, she had no idea that the person answering

the call was Ronan's assistant.

Ronan had already briefed his assistant, so he knew how to respond.

At that moment, as Ronan was walking into his office, his assistant came over with the phone. "Mr.

Evans, it's Cordelia." His assistant whispered, holding up the phone.

Ronan lit a cigarette, slamed the lighter on the desk and said sarcastically, "She's quick. Answer her as

I told you."

In the end, Cordelia and the assistant agreed: this Saturday, Cordelia would visit the computer factory

in the suburbs. The assistant sent her the specific location on WhatsApp.

Ronan had previously acquired a small computer company for OEM production, and now it was finally

coming in handy.

He had set a trap, and she had taken the bait.