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.]

boots, silently observing. Just as they

Lia could

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

was surprisingly fine about it. After all, his young

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

trying to speak for her? Since when

was about to type a response when

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another

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me

in Everard dissipated instantly whh that message His stem face softened into a smile and long fingers tapped out a response (Day]

that Condela receveda prate message from Mr A–Round with

saw

the classroom Aher sending her reply, she slung her

door a message from Lamy popped up Miss Cordelia, Miss Julians insisted I take her home first. Hold on for a

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

Juliana was a

slow sometimes deliberately dawdling for fifteen minutes. Cordelia was only five minutes.

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

seats,

the passenger seat. Lis, need

dashing behind the

get home and dive

Yates exclaimed, flooring the accelerator as they zipped away from

Spent

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

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

his

like a pair of youngsters in the throes

Everard’s eyes darkened

usually took

it in

sped to the Delaney