Chapter 38

Cordelia’s face was taut with tension, a flurry of thoughts crossing her mind.

She stared at Everard, whose face was inches from hers, trying to decipher his intentions. What was he planning?

If she couldn’t refuse Everard’s demand, he could’ve easily made his move right after casting that bizarre “love or die” speli on her. He could be after her money or trying to seduce her,

Yet, he hadn’t asked for anything significant in the past month. The most he’d done was to forcefully sell Cordelia some overpriced coffee beans and fleece her out of three hundred bucks.

But was he genuinely interested in a romantic relationship with her if he had no ulterior motive?

As Cordelia was deep in thought, Everard leaned closer, his deep voice tempting her. “Girl, close your eyes.”

“No way!” No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than a sharp pain flared in her chest.

She took a deep breath, fury tinting her usually calm eyes, but ultimately, she closed them.

With her sight gone, her other senses seemed to heighten. She could feel Everard’s breath drawing closer until it hovered before her face.

Her body tensed, detecting a kiss that landed on her eyelids. His lips felt soft and cold.

Cordelia clenched her fists.

As she felt she couldn’t take it anymore, the kiss broke, and he stepped back with a low chuckle. There, done.”

Bastard!

When Cordelia’s eyes snapped open, she stepped back and clenched her fists, readying the boxing stance Little Fang had taught her. She was about to kick when Everard stood unflinching, not even blinking.

But Cordelia’s kick halted just two inches from him.

Chest pain flared again! Son of a gun!

As the pain subsided, she switched to punch, fast and fierce.

squarely in

had put all her strength into it, half–expecting to send this man flying. Yet

back of her head, patting it as if to soothe her, and he said with exasperation, “You’ll feel it

was totally speechless.

struggle, she gradually calmed down. She wanted to say something, but Everard

words, Cordelia glanced at the clock. She had

grabbed her backpack and sprinted

at the classroom door alongside her Literature teacher as the

rang.

about to enter when the teacher spoke, “Cordelia, you’re excelling in all subjects except Literature, getting a B. It’s mainly because of your essays. Can’t

looked puzzled, her large eyes fitted with confusion she thought he had

perplexed expression the teacher gave an example

showing a farmer a bountiful harvest and other degerings emphasizing that effort doesnt always lead to success You described the au

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a seat wh

you imagine the

shook her head.

you felt when you won first

so sy het normal for me to take first place? What’s there

at a loss

a sigh, the teacher, fond of this bright and pretty student, prompted again, Have you

Cordelia said nothing.

“Or deeply sad?”

Cordelia remained silent.

been times when you’ve been

still hadn’t said a word

giving up, said, “I’ll give you a list of books to

mentioned. Suddenly the realized she had felt anger during Everard’s kiss,

increased pressure for the students in the bonors classes as they began to use regular class time to prepare for the upcoming National Math League and Physics

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