Chapter 7

What was Midnight Scent doing ordering so many balloons?

She didn’t probe further, sensing that Midnight Scent wasn’t the same as the one she had known. Even the name itself was unique. Midnight Scent?

Cordelia fell silent. She didn’t know Everard. It was only their second meeting, and she had no idea how to engage in a romantic relationship with someone.

Yet her silence only made the dull ache in her chest grow. Seeing Everard leisurely reading a book with no intention of speaking, she wrestled with herself before reaching for another conversational lifeline. “Where’s Little Fang?”

Little Fang?

Everard raised an eyebrow. Was she referring to Calvert?

She has the most amusing ways of coming up with names, he thought.

His cold, slender fingers tapped on the counter as he replied. “Out to get breakfast.”

Just then, Calvert came through the door, bags of breakfast in hand. “Boss, chow time!”

He paused upon spotting Cordelia, then greeted her with a casual “Hey” before laying the breakfast on a nearby table.

Everard stood up, his towering height adding a sense of dominance to the room, making it somewhat cramped. He walked to the breakfast table and asked indifferently, “Joining us?”

Cordelia blinked. She hadn’t felt quite right upon waking up, which made her skip her usual morning meal. Besides, the Delaney family’s breakfast differed from the bread and oatmeal she was used to at the orphanage, so she hadn’t eaten much.

After a brief consideration, she nodded. “Sure.”

Calvert watched the girl sitting across from the boss and picking up a muffin to eat, and he was stunned.

Who else could be so at ease in front of the boss? This girl was something else!

As Cordelia nibbled on her muffin, she secretly studied Everard across from her.

ate swiftly, his movements neither rough nor clumsy but rather elegant. When Cordelia finished her muffin, he had already

subsided. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood up, and asked,

brown eyes shimmering with a restrained sharpness. “You’re free to leave whenever you

Cordelia hesitated.

man was shrouded in mystery and danger, so mysterious and unpredictable, but at

from

considered calling the police.

could she tell them? Was she going to say this man did something to her that made her fall in love with him? The police

much thought, she decided to take no

to ache. Did it mean

anked, “Should I

lips curving slightly. “Up

stepped out of the shop and

was buzzing with energy, the students lively even after

exams.

I couldn’t solve so

off–topic? Hanley, did you find it tough? How did you do on the math test yesterday?” Seated in the first row, Hanley straightened

as expected of the whiz

the exclamations, Cordelia

the light filtering in, the girl was tall and graceful, her hair neatly tied

of everyone in the room,

called out loudly, “Cordelia, how did you do on the math test

paused a little,

demeanor seemed to have seen through Juliana’s

her seat, leaving behind a light response. “Not

bad? She gave the same

his chin slightly lifted, “What an arrogant person!” His ‘not bad‘ was modesty, an affirmation. But Cordelia’s not bad‘ was above herself.

implication was clear, and the room erupted in laughter. “Yeah, for Hanley, ‘not bad means anything less than perfect, but for

In the

the math department for senior

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