Wake Up! You’re My Ex Now (Cordelia)

Chapter 295

Chapter 295 I Won't Forgive Him

Early the next morning, Elijah finally tried to call Cordelia.

Unfortunately, no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't get through.

He dialed repeatedly, and Cordelia's phone was ringing, but no one answered.

On his twentieth attempt, Eason's voice came through on the other end of the line.

"You're already someone else's fiancé. Why are you bothering Cordelia?" Eason asked coldly.

"Let Cordelia answer the phone. I need to explain to her," Elijah said anxiously.

"You don't have the right to do that!" Eason said and hung up the phone directly.

Adam, who was standing aside, immediately chimed in, "Cordelia, that's right! They probably spent the

night together. Why should you listen to his explanation?"

Imogen remained silent on the side.

Although Imogen didn't think Elijah was that kind of person, the facts were right in front of her. He didn't

call until this morning, which made her feel sorry for Cordelia.

Cordelia nodded and said, "Don't worry, Adam, I won't pay any attention to him."

Then, she handed her phone over to Eason, not wanting to hear any explanations from Elijah.

Adam said with relief, "That's right, Cordelia. I knew you were someone who could let go."

Cordelia lowered her gaze and didn't say anything.

She used to be someone who could let go, but now she was someone who couldn't.

That was why she dared not listen to Elijah's voice or read his messages, fearing that she would soften

her heart.

If Elijah flew to Grant City and explained things to her in person, then it would be a different story. She

would give him a chance to explain.

Cordelia thought so in her heart.

However, Elijah didn't do that.

Cordelia thought perhaps he was tired and gave up!

And it might be for the best.

They shouldn't have been together in the first place. Forcing themselves to be together would only

bring constant suffering.

And their feelings for each other were not strong enough to withstand any difficulties they might face.

Cordelia felt it was better this way.

After leaving Adam's house, Eason suggested, "Cordelia, it's not a long-term solution for you to keep

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and there's a cleaning service that keeps it tidy. You can move in directly."

Listening to Eason's unusually lengthy speech, Cordelia smiled faintly and said, "Eason, I'm not made

of glass. I won't be devastated by a lost love. You don't have to be so cautious."

Eason raised his hand and couldn't help but pat her head. "Don't be afraid, and you still have me."

The atmosphere in the car was just right, and Eason didn't say anything more. He took Cordelia directly

to the hotel to check out.

After that, he brought Cordelia back to his apartment.

"Is this apartment in the same neighborhood as your mom?" Cordelia got out of the car and looked

around, asking.

"Yes." Eason pointed to a nearby building. "She lives in that one."

Cordelia nodded and was about to pick up her luggage.

"I got it!" Eason immediately took over, leading the way into the apartment while Cordelia obediently

followed behind.

At this moment, a paparazzo dressed in casual attire emerged from the shadows and sent all the

information he had taken along the way to someone named "Miss Flores" in his contacts.

At the Maple Villa in Beilve City.

Elijah was sitting at his desk, dealing with work.

He wasn't working on Hansen Group's business at the moment but rather on his own company's work.

As early as three years ago, when he was forced into a marriage alliance and accepted the position of

the executive president of the Hansen Group, he had already started to build his own team, preparing

for the future.

And now, his company had gained some fame overseas and had made it into the Global 500.

However, even though he was sitting here, his mind couldn't calm down.

At this moment, his phone suddenly started ringing loudly, with a barrage of text messages flooding in.

Elijah frowned and picked up his phone.

Immediately, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his face darkened visibly.