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.]

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

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

After all, his young friend was a bit slow to warm

lit up the chat. But upon reading it, his eyebrows lifted ever

trying to speak for her? Since when did he get

about to type a response when he suddenly

Puchaga teacher–student

hesitated another message

asked hould that work to leam

me

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

receveda prate message from Mr A–Round with all the study

as she saw

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

Cordelia, Miss Julians insisted I take her home first. Hold on for a

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

Juliana was a

minutes. Cordelia was only five minutes. laner than usual and Juliane had already

decided to take a taxi, but as she was about to hail

seats,

seat.

dashing behind the

hopped in, eager to get home and dive into the materials to solve the

got Yates exclaimed, flooring the accelerator

Spent

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

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

his

youngsters in the

Everard’s eyes darkened

usually took Larry

did it

sped to the Delaney Manor without slowing

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