Chapter 46

Cordelia froze, her eyes locked on the text message that had just lit up her phone screen.

Had she read that right?

While she lost herself in the bewilderment, a voice snapped her out. “Cordelia, you leaving? They’re about to lock up the auditorium.”

She stood up, looking a bit confused. “Yeah, I’m leaving.”

Clutching her textbooks, she slipped her phone into her pocket and exited the classroom.

Inside the Midnight Scent, Everard fixed his eyes on his phone, fixated on the last message he’d sent. [Call me dear, and it’s yours to borrow.]

He still remembered the introduction when Cordelia joined the group chat. Stanton had called her Louie’s dear good friend.

There he was, lowering his guard, sweet–talking and cooing, and he hadn’t even managed to get her to add him on social media, and Louie just swooped in as ‘dear friend“?

How could a girl so casually call someone ‘dear“?

His finger tapped lightly on the table as he imagined her calling him dear in that soft, sweet voice. But why hadn’t she replied to his message yet?

Meanwhile, the group chat “Who exactly is this girl?” was blowing up.

Bland started. [Damn! What’s going on in here? Is Mr. Watkins flirting?]

Stanton typed. [Lia’s got guts, still no reply. Is she rejecting him? We’re witnessing a flirtation fail and might be doomed!]

The rest of the chat expressed their nervousness with shivering emojis.

Frankie added, [He’s been talking a lot lately, which is abnormal. Should someone warn the girl not to tick him off? I’m worried she might vanish from the chat by tomorrow!]

Stanton replied, I don’t dare.]

Bland echoed [Same here]

The rest texted. (Even less.]

chat shook in their virtual boots, silently observing. Just as they were fretting for Cordelia, a

could respectfully

chat went silent. Everyone was holding his breath, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of a battle

reply. Everard was surprisingly fine about it. After all, his young friend was a bit slow to warm up.

up the chat. But upon reading it, his eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, and he let out a sarcastic snort.

for her? Since when did he

a

zemrence Puchaga teacher–student

another message

hould that work to leam Would you be my teacher

me

in Everard dissipated instantly whh that message His stem face softened into a smile and long fingers tapped out a response (Day]

receveda prate message from Mr

as she saw it (Thank

classroom Aher sending her

up Miss Cordelia, Miss Julians insisted I take her home first. Hold on for a bit drop her off

early in the morning while Juliana was still asleep,

Juliana was a

sometimes deliberately dawdling for fifteen minutes. Cordelia was only five minutes. laner than usual and Juliane had already

for Larry Cordelia decided to take a taxi, but as she was about to hail one, a topless blue sports car skidded to a stop

seats,

the passenger seat.

looked dashing behind

to get home and dive into the materials to solve the

got Yates exclaimed, flooring the accelerator as they zipped away from the

Spent

glanced out the window just in time to see the

of their age, the redhead boy wildly grinned as he drove, catching the eyes

his

a pair of youngsters in the

Everard’s eyes darkened

home usually took Larry

it in fifteen.

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