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.]

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

you dear. Perhaps Lia could respectfully see you as her teacher

holding his breath, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of a battle between the big

Cordelia’s reply. Everard was surprisingly fine about it. After all,

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

her? Since when did

type a

Puchaga teacher–student

hesitated another message

to leam

me

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

from Mr

she saw it (Thank you Sir

sending her reply, she slung her backpack over

she reached the door a message from Lamy popped up Miss Cordelia, Miss Julians insisted I take

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

Juliana was a

was only five minutes. laner than

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

seats,

to the passenger seat. Lis, need a lift?”

looked dashing

and dive into the materials to solve the mistery nagging

got Yates exclaimed, flooring the accelerator as they zipped away from the

Spent

window just in time to see the

boy wildly grinned as he drove, catching the eyes of

his

like a pair of youngsters in the throes

Everard’s eyes darkened

drive from school to home usually took

did it in fifteen.

to the Delaney Manor without slowing down.