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.]

silently observing. Just as they were fretting

the silence. She dare not call you dear. Perhaps Lia could respectfully see you as her teacher

Everyone was holding his breath, not wanting to get caught

for Cordelia’s reply. Everard was surprisingly fine about it. After all, his young friend was a

when a new message lit up the chat. But upon reading it, his eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, and he

speak for her? Since when

a

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another message appeared

leam Would you be my

me

message His stem face softened into a smile and long fingers tapped out a

Condela receveda prate message from Mr

as she saw it

to the classroom Aher sending her reply,

up Miss Cordelia, Miss Julians insisted I take her home first. Hold

left early in the morning while

Juliana was a

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

Cordelia decided to take a taxi, but as she was about to hail one, a

seats,

to the passenger seat. Lis,

sure looked dashing behind the

second thought. Cordelia hopped in, eager to get home and dive into the

buckle up. Here we got Yates exclaimed, flooring the accelerator as they zipped away from the

Spent

window just in time

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his

of youngsters in the throes of

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