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.]

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

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

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

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

waited about five minutes when a new message lit up the chat. But upon reading it, his eyebrows lifted ever so slightly,

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

was about to type a response when he suddenly

Puchaga teacher–student

hesitated another

work to leam Would you be my teacher

me

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

that Condela receveda prate message from Mr A–Round with

as she saw

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

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

the message. She had left early in the morning while Juliana was still asleep, taking the subway and

Juliana was a

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

and not wanting to wait for Larry Cordelia decided to take a taxi, but as she

seats,

seat. Lis, need a lift?”

sure looked dashing behind

get home and dive into

the accelerator as they zipped away from the Midnight

Spent

just in time to see

wildly grinned as he drove, catching the eyes of gris like friend who was

his

pair of youngsters

Everard’s eyes darkened

usually

it in fifteen.

Delaney

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