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 Cordelia,

not call you dear. Perhaps Lia could respectfully see you

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

fine about it. After all, his young

message lit up the chat. But upon reading it, his eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, and he

her? Since when did he

a response when he suddenly paused.

Puchaga teacher–student

he hesitated another

leam Would you be my teacher

me

instantly whh that message His stem face softened into a smile

receveda prate message from Mr A–Round with all the

as she saw it (Thank you Sir

the classroom Aher sending

up Miss Cordelia, Miss Julians insisted I take her home first. Hold on for a bit drop her off and

the morning while Juliana was still

Juliana was a

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

wait for Larry Cordelia decided to take a taxi, but as she

seats,

pointed to the passenger seat. Lis, need

dashing behind the wheel

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

up. Here we got Yates exclaimed, flooring the accelerator as they zipped away from the

Spent

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

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

his

a pair of youngsters in the throes

Everard’s eyes darkened

from school to home usually took Larry half an hour.

did it in

sped to the Delaney Manor without

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