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.”

Cordelia turn

minutes after her departure, Calvert sneaked back into the room from the yard, peering

counter area.

space behind the counter

blinked in confusion.

was the

“Seems you’ve got too much free

standing behind him. After saying

Calvert was speechless.-

competition had improved dramatically. She was no

pleased with her homework, placing his greatest hopes on

after breezing through a set of math problems, she

a new message.

I’m in

at the message Where are

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

Cordelia pondered before replying. [rm on

back. [Sure, I’ll introduce you to a

sneakers, and a baseball cap over her flowing hair, Cordelia grabbed a small backpack and informed Lorna

at the Delaney Manor,

opening her eyes to praise when Juliana

“What did the country

“Laurinda, you

I heard Stanton was in Greenmeadow. I’ve pulled so many strings to get you a chance. Amongst your peers here, no one can match your piano skills.

a glint of envy in her eyes.

a student of the world–renowned pianist

grown up with her, learning to paint and play piano. Maybe she could’ve been Stanton’s pupil, too. But there were no such

thought. It was just a fleeting wish. At this

could play the piano. Then I could take her to meet Stanton, too. It would be

fell into an awkward smile as

The orphanage environment isn’t great. Lia probably hasn’t even touched

Lorna

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