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.

rough nor clumsy but rather elegant. When Cordelia finished

it, the pain in her chest subsided. She

deep brown eyes shimmering with a restrained sharpness. “You’re

Cordelia hesitated.

mysterious and unpredictable, but at least for the

over several ideas from the previous day to

calling the

did something to her that made her fall in love with him? The police wouldn’t believe her and would probably

no action

morning when her chest began to ache. Did it mean she had to see Everard every day

I

eyebrow, his lips

of the shop and walked to

lively even

exams.

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

did you do on the math test yesterday?” Seated in the first

nailed it, as expected of

the exclamations, Cordelia entered the classroom.

tall and graceful, her hair neatly tied

caught the attention of everyone in the room, including Hanley, who couldn’t

the distaste in her eyes, called out loudly, “Cordelia, how did you do on the math

paused a little, looking

seemed to have seen through Juliana’s petty

seat, leaving behind a light response.

the same response as

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

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

In the

department for senior year

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