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.

rather elegant. When Cordelia finished her muffin, he had already

with it, the pain in her chest subsided.

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

Cordelia hesitated.

shrouded in mystery and danger, so mysterious and unpredictable, but at least for the time,

mulled over several ideas from

had considered calling the police.

this man did something to her that made her fall in love with him?

take no action and see what

began to ache. Did it

anked, “Should I come back tomorrow?”

eyebrow, his lips

the shop and walked to school.

lively even

exams.

brutall I couldn’t solve so many math problems!”

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

it, as expected of the whiz

exclamations, Cordelia entered the classroom.

light filtering in, the girl was tall and graceful, her hair neatly tied back, her soft cheeks framing big, misty eyes.

in the room, including Hanley, who couldn’t help but steal a few

called

little, looking at

through Juliana’s petty thoughts, causing Juliana to avert her gaze

seat, leaving

bad? She gave the

him, his chin slightly lifted, “What an arrogant person!” His ‘not bad‘ was modesty, an

laughter. “Yeah, for Hanley, ‘not bad means anything less than perfect, but for Cordelia, maybe scoring a “D” is not bad‘. She’s setting the bar

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