Chapter 49

A soft chuckle from Everard broke the silence in the Midnight Scent

He set aside the book he was holding, his deep eyes twinkling mischievously. “What were you dreaming about, gif?” he asked with a hint of amusement.

Cordelia’s cheeks flushed at the question

In her dream, she had not only touched him but also

Normally unperturbed, Cordelia seemed slightly flustered at that moment. For the first time, she cursed her uncanny memory, which replayed every vivid detail of the dream

Even the sensation of his abs felt unbelievably real

The usual indifference in Cordelia’s eyes seemed to shatter as she glared at Everard and snapped, “Bastard?”

It was only the second time Everard had seen her so mad. Her smooth cheeks puffed up in anger, and he must suppress the urge to poke them, imagining how satisfying it would feel

But that would probably make her even angrier.

Curbing his impulse, Everard leaned back casually, his smile unfolding, not a light chuckle or a low laugh this time, but a full–blown grin. His sharp features softened with joy, and the deep sound of his laughter tickled her heart.

Then, Cordelia heard him take the blame. “My fault.”

Was he responsible for her dream?

Before she could explode, he drawled. “There’s an old saying, ‘Daytime thoughts become nighttime dreams.” His smile deepened as he continued, “It’s my fault for not satisfying you, which led to such dreams.”

words, and then she rolled

He approached her with his lithe figure, leaning down to whisper, “I have a good idea to stop you from

despite herself, Cordelia

and with a naughty

Silence fell.

seconds later, Cordelia stepped back her right foot, her fist

was, Everard caught her wrist with ease, raising an eyebrow. “If I lose my looks, I won’t be the man

in with breakfast. “Morning, early birds!

The tension dissipated.

fist and, acting as if nothing had happened, bit into a muffin as if it were Everard. The softness reminded her

dream keep haunting

ice, holding a grudge as if someone

day, there was a wicked curl to his lips,

quickly, and still simmering, Cordella grabbed Everard’s hand before

Little Fang’s

told what to do. She turned coldly to him and said, “Little Fang, do you know the secret

meddle in others‘ business?‘ he

“Good to know

he just been threatened

to Everard for an explanation, only to find him

this girl be so adorable?” Everard thought.

was back in her classroom that she began to calm

to her advanced math class. Yesterday’s concepts had been

what? Yates got chauffeured

asked,

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