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 chest subsided. She wiped her mouth with a

shimmering with a restrained sharpness.

Cordelia hesitated.

so mysterious and unpredictable, but at least for the time, he

ideas from the previous day to that morning.

considered calling the

them? Was she going to say this man did something to her that made her fall

to take no action and see what

that morning when her chest began to ache. Did it mean she had to see Everard every day to play at romance?

anked, “Should I come back

his lips curving slightly. “Up

the shop and walked

students lively even after being battered by the

exams.

was brutall I couldn’t solve

yesterday?” Seated in the first row, Hanley straightened up when he heard the question, his tone full of superiority. “Not

it, as expected of the whiz

the exclamations, Cordelia entered

graceful, her hair neatly tied back, her soft cheeks framing big,

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

little gesture and, suppressing the distaste in her eyes, called out loudly, “Cordelia, how

a little, looking at

expression, her indifferent demeanor seemed to have seen through Juliana’s

her seat, leaving behind a light response. “Not

gave the same response

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

erupted in laughter. “Yeah, for Hanley, ‘not bad means anything less than perfect, but for Cordelia, maybe scoring a “D” is not

In the

department for

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