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 her muffin, he had already polished off

subsided. She wiped her

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

Cordelia hesitated.

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

had mulled over several ideas from the previous day to that morning.

calling

she going to say this man did something to her that made her fall in love

much thought, she decided to take no action and see

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

“Should I come back tomorrow?”

an eyebrow, his lips curving slightly. “Up to

stepped out of the shop and walked to school.

classroom was buzzing with energy, the students lively even after being battered by the previous day’s

exams.

brutall I couldn’t solve

math test yesterday?” Seated in the first row, Hanley straightened up when he heard the question, his tone full

as expected

Cordelia

in, the girl was tall and graceful, her hair neatly tied back, her soft cheeks framing big,

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

eyes, called out

little, looking at Juliana.

seen through Juliana’s petty

her seat, leaving behind

She gave the same response

scoffed as everyone turned their attention to him, his chin slightly lifted, “What an arrogant person!” His ‘not bad‘ was modesty, an affirmation.

the room erupted in 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 pretty low, huh?”

In the

the math department for senior year was bustling.

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