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.]

chat shook in their virtual boots, silently observing. Just as they

Lia could

not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of a battle between

reply. Everard was surprisingly fine about it. After all, his young friend was a bit slow

about five minutes when a new message lit up the chat. But upon reading

trying to speak for her? Since when

to type a response when he suddenly

Puchaga teacher–student

he hesitated another

asked hould that work to leam Would

me

whh that message His stem face softened into

from Mr A–Round with

saw it

classroom Aher sending her reply, she slung her backpack

Miss Julians insisted I

the morning while Juliana was still asleep, taking the subway and bus to

Juliana was a

dawdling for fifteen minutes. Cordelia was only five minutes. laner than usual and Juliane

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

seats,

pointed to the passenger seat. Lis, need a

sure looked dashing behind the

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

the accelerator as

Spent

counter. Everard glanced out the window just in time to see the passing

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

his

of youngsters in the

Everard’s eyes darkened

school to home usually took Larry half an hour.

it in

the Delaney Manor without