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.

his movements neither rough nor clumsy but rather elegant. When Cordelia finished her

breakfast, and with it, the pain in her chest subsided. She wiped her mouth with a

a restrained sharpness. “You’re free

Cordelia hesitated.

so mysterious and unpredictable, but at

ideas from the

calling the police.

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

take no action and

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

I come back tomorrow?”

his lips curving slightly. “Up to you”

out of the shop and

the students lively even after being battered by the previous

exams.

test was brutall I couldn’t

did you find it tough? How did you do on the math test yesterday?” Seated in the first row, Hanley straightened up when he heard the question, his tone

like you nailed it, as expected of the

the exclamations, Cordelia entered

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

she caught the attention of everyone in the room, including Hanley, who

called out loudly, “Cordelia, how did you do

little, looking at

seen through Juliana’s petty thoughts,

moved on to her seat, leaving behind

She gave the

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

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

In the

department for senior year

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