Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

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.]

big shots in the group chat shook in their virtual boots, silently observing. Just as they were fretting for Cordelia, a new message

dear. Perhaps Lia could

Everyone was holding his breath, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of a

waiting for Cordelia’s reply. Everard was surprisingly fine about it. After all, his young friend was a bit slow to warm

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

to speak for her? Since when did he get to make

about to type a response when

Puchaga

another message

leam Would you be my teacher

me

that had been building in Everard dissipated instantly whh that message His stem face softened into a smile and long fingers tapped out

from Mr A–Round with all the study materials requested

it up as she saw it (Thank you Sir

then, she had returned to the classroom Aher sending

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

the morning while Juliana was still asleep, taking the subway and

Juliana was a

only five minutes. laner than usual and Juliane had already left.

a taxi, but as she was about to hail one, a topless blue sports car skidded to a stop

seats,

to the passenger seat. Lis, need

looked dashing behind

and dive into the

flooring the accelerator as

Spent

out the window just in time to see the passing car

their age, the redhead boy wildly grinned as he drove, catching the eyes of gris like friend who was practically glowing with

his

pair of youngsters in the throes

Everard’s eyes darkened

drive from school to home usually took Larry half

did it in fifteen.

the Delaney Manor without slowing