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.]

virtual boots, silently observing. Just as they were fretting for

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

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

fine about it. After all, his young friend was a bit

But upon reading it, his eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, and he let out a sarcastic snort.

when did he get to make decisions for Cordelia?

about to type a response when he suddenly

Puchaga teacher–student romano

another message

to leam Would you be

me

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

that Condela receveda prate message from Mr A–Round

it up as she saw it (Thank

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

I take her home first.

the morning while Juliana was still asleep, taking the

Juliana was a

fifteen minutes. Cordelia was only five minutes. laner than usual

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

seats,

passenger seat. Lis, need a

sure looked dashing behind the

and dive into the materials to solve the mistery

exclaimed, flooring the accelerator as

Spent

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

the redhead boy wildly grinned as he drove, catching the eyes of gris like friend who was practically glowing with excitement beside

his

looked like a pair of youngsters in the

Everard’s eyes darkened

drive from school to home usually took

did it

the Delaney Manor without

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