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.]

silently observing. Just

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

reading this message, the chat went silent. Everyone was holding his breath, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire

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

But upon reading it, his eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, and he let out

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

a

zemrence Puchaga teacher–student romano

hesitated another message appeared

that work to leam Would you be my

me

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

receveda prate message from Mr A–Round with all

it up as she saw it

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

Cordelia, Miss Julians insisted I take

left early in the morning while Juliana was still asleep, taking the subway and

Juliana was a

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

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

seats,

passenger seat. Lis, need

looked dashing behind the wheel

thought. Cordelia hopped in, eager to get home and dive into the materials to solve the mistery

flooring the accelerator as

Spent

the counter. Everard glanced out the window just in time to see the passing car

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

his

youngsters

Everard’s eyes darkened

to home usually

did it in

the Delaney