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 Cordelia, a new message popped

dear. Perhaps Lia could respectfully see you as her

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

Everard was surprisingly fine about it. After all, his young friend was

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

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

was about to type a response when

Puchaga teacher–student

hesitated another message

that work to leam Would you

me

had 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 with all the

up as she saw it (Thank you

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

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

in the morning while Juliana was still asleep, taking the subway

Juliana was a

fifteen minutes. Cordelia was only five minutes. laner

Larry Cordelia decided to take a taxi, but as she was about to hail one, a topless blue sports car skidded

seats,

the passenger seat. Lis, need

looked dashing behind

home and dive into the materials

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

Spent

out the window just in time to see the

drove, catching the eyes

his

a pair of youngsters in the throes of first love.

Everard’s eyes darkened

school to home usually

it

to the Delaney Manor without

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