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.

neither rough nor clumsy but rather elegant. When

finished breakfast, and with it, the pain in her chest subsided. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood up, and asked, “Can I

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

Cordelia hesitated.

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

over several ideas from the previous day to that morning.

had considered calling the

what could she tell them? Was she going to say this man did something to her that made her fall in

no action and see

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

“Should I come

raised an eyebrow, his lips curving

shop

buzzing with energy, the students lively even after being

exams.

I couldn’t solve so many math problems!”

did you do on the math test yesterday?” Seated in the first row, Hanley straightened up when he heard the question, his tone full of superiority.

you nailed it, as expected of the

the exclamations, Cordelia entered

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

of everyone in the room, including Hanley, who

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

little,

to have seen through

leaving behind a

bad? She gave the

an arrogant person!” His ‘not bad‘ was modesty, an affirmation. But Cordelia’s not

erupted in laughter. “Yeah, for Hanley, ‘not bad means anything less than

In the

math department for

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