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.

it, the pain in her chest subsided. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood

looked up leisurely, his deep brown eyes shimmering with a restrained sharpness. “You’re free to

Cordelia hesitated.

so mysterious and unpredictable, but

had mulled over several ideas from the

calling

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

no action and

Did it mean she had to see Everard every day to

“Should I come back tomorrow?”

raised an eyebrow, his lips curving slightly.

shop and walked to school.

was buzzing with energy, the students lively even

exams.

I couldn’t solve

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

nailed it, as expected of the whiz kid!”

the exclamations, Cordelia entered

was tall and graceful, her hair neatly tied

caught the attention of everyone in the room, including

gesture and, suppressing the distaste in her eyes, called out

paused a little, looking

expression, her indifferent demeanor seemed to have seen through Juliana’s petty thoughts, causing Juliana to avert her

leaving behind a light response. “Not bad.”

She gave the same

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

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

In the

the math department for senior year

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