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

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

not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of a battle between

Everard was surprisingly fine about it. After all, his young friend was

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

Louie trying to speak for her? Since when did he

type a response

zemrence Puchaga

hesitated another message

work to leam Would you be

me

Everard dissipated instantly whh that message His stem face softened into a smile and long fingers

message from Mr A–Round with all

up as she saw

the classroom Aher sending her reply, she slung her

I take her home first. Hold on for a bit drop

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

Juliana was a

was only five minutes. laner than usual

a taxi, but as she was about to hail one,

seats,

to the passenger seat. Lis, need a

looked dashing behind

to get home and dive into the materials to solve the

exclaimed, flooring the accelerator as they zipped away from the Midnight

Spent

counter. Everard glanced out the window just in time

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

his

pair of youngsters

Everard’s eyes darkened

home usually took Larry half an

it in fifteen.

to the Delaney

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