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.]

shots in the group chat shook in their virtual boots, silently observing. Just as they were fretting for

could respectfully see you as her

holding his breath, not wanting to get caught in

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

message lit up the chat. But upon reading it, his

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

type a response when he suddenly

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he hesitated another

that work to leam Would you be my

me

His stem face softened into a smile

message from Mr A–Round with all

as she saw it

she had returned to the classroom Aher sending her reply, she slung her backpack over

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

left early in the morning while Juliana was still asleep,

Juliana was a

sometimes deliberately dawdling for fifteen minutes. Cordelia was only five

she was about to hail one, a topless blue sports car skidded to a stop before

seats,

to the passenger seat. Lis,

dashing behind the

get home and dive into the materials to solve the mistery nagging at

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

Spent

window just in time to see the passing car and its two occupants.

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

his

a pair of youngsters

Everard’s eyes darkened

drive from school to home usually took Larry half an

it in fifteen.

to the Delaney Manor without slowing down.