Chapter 40

Calvert was about to spill the beans when a low cough echoed through the room, sending a shiver down his spine. He turned to find Everard, who seemed to dwell in the shadows forever.

The courage Calvert had mustered deflated like a pin–pricked balloon.

Yet Cordelia locked her gaze on him, commanding. “Speak.”

The strength of her presence made Calvert swallow hard,

Suddenly, he felt that opening his mouth might be worse than staying silent, trembling between two formidable forces. After a prolonged silence, he picked the safest thing to say, “Boss has no ill intentions toward you.”

After speaking, Calvert ducked his head, fearing Everard’s reprimand, and trotted toward the back of the Midnight Scent. “I’ll go, uh, boil some water for coffee!”

Cordelia stood motionless, her expression unreadable.

Calvert’s words had plunged her into a sea of confusion.

What she had first called a “curse” had nothing to do with Everard. But how did he know that date was necessary if it didn’t?

Yet she quickly remembered that Everard had never forced her. The hand–holding had been with her consent.

He made his request for that kiss when she was about to be late for school and tried to leave, ignoring the pain in her chest. And that kiss, as she thought about it, was restrained, within the bounds of what she could.

accept.

Cordelia glanced deeply at Everard, who sat behind the counter, his sharp features half–hidden in the dim light, his eyes unfathomable, his whole being exuding an aura of mystery.

This man must have secrets

After a moment of silence, Cordelia finally spoke. “I’m off to school.”

It was a truce to their recent cold war.

Everard seemed surprised she spoke first. His eyes lifted slightly, and he smiled. “Okay.”

then did Cordelia turn and leave

departure, Calvert sneaked back into the room from the yard,

counter area.

the counter

blinked in

was the boss?

got too much free time. Time for

clad in black, standing behind him. After saying that, he rolled

Calvert was speechless.-

marathon of math problem–solving, Cordelia’s performance in the math competition had improved dramatically. She was

increasingly pleased with her homework, placing his greatest

through a set of math problems, she

a new message.

[Lia, I’m

up at the message

here requires my attention, so ril visit for five days each month. You can come

Cordelia pondered before replying. [rm on my

back. [Sure, I’ll introduce you to

blue tracksuit, white sneakers, and a baseball cap over her flowing hair, Cordelia grabbed a small backpack

the Delaney Manor, Juliana was practicing

to praise when Juliana stopped “Wonderfull

“What

she was effusive, “Laurinda, you

Juliana. “Good job. You’ve kept up your skills without practice. Work hard in the next few days to get back in top form. I rushed back from abroad when I heard Stanton was in Greenmeadow.

observed from the kitchen doorway, a glint of envy in her eyes.

be a student of the

paint and play

banished the thought. It was just a fleeting wish.

take her to meet Stanton, too. It

into an awkward smile as

environment isn’t great. Lia probably hasn’t even touched a piano. Such a

‘pity‘ stung Lorna like

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