SWNOVELS Chapter 7
Chapter 7
What was Midnight Scent doing ordering so many balloons?
She didn’t probe further, sensing that Midnight Scent wasn't the same as the one
she had known. Even the name itself was unique. Midnight Scent?
Cordelia fell silent. She didn’t know Everard. It was only their second meeting,
and she had no idea how to engage in a romantic relationship with someone.
Yet her silence only made the dull ache in her chest grow. Seeing Everard
leisurely reading a book with no intention of speaking, she wrestled with herself
before reaching for another conversational lifeline. “Where's Little Fang?”
Little Fang?
Everard raised an eyebrow. Was she referring to Calvert?
She has the most amusing ways of coming up with names, he thought.
His cold, slender fingers tapped on the counter as he replied. “Out to get
breakfast.”
Just then, Calvert came through the door, bags of breakfast in hand. “Boss, chow
time!"
He paused upon spotting Cordelia, then greeted her with a casual “Hey” before
laying the breakfast on a nearby table.
Everard stood up, his towering height adding a sense of dominance to the room,
making it somewhat cramped. He walked to the breakfast table and asked
indifferently, “Joining us?”
Cordelia blinked. She hadn't felt quite right upon waking up, which made her skip
her usual morning meal. Besides, the Delaney family’s breakfast differed from the
bread and oatmeal she was used to at the orphanage, so she hadn't eaten much.
After a brief consideration, she nodded. “Sure.”
Calvert watched the girl sitting across from the boss and picking up a muffin to
eat, and he was stunned.
Who else could be so at ease in front of the boss? This girl was something else!
As Cordelia nibbled on her muffin, she secretly studied Everard across from her.
He ate swiftly, his movements neither rough nor clumsy but rather elegant. When
Cordelia finished her muffin, he had already polished off three.
Picking up the pace, Cordelia finished breakfast, and with it, the pain in her chest
subsided. She wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood up, and asked, “Can I go
now?”
Everard looked up leisurely, his deep brown eyes shimmering with a restrained
sharpness. “You're free to leave whenever you wish.”
Cordelia hesitated.
This man was shrouded in mystery and danger, so mysterious and unpredictable,
but at least for the time, he seemed kind, without malice.
Cordelia had mulled over several ideas from the previous day to that morning.
She had considered calling the police.
But what could she tell them? Was she going to say this man did something to
her that made her fall in love with him? The police wouldn't believe her and would
probably take her for a lunatic!
After much thought, she decided to take no action and see what he wanted,
Everything had been normal until that morning when her chest began to ache.
Did it mean she had to see Everard every day to play at romance?
Sho anked, “Should I come back tomorrow?”
Everard raised an eyebrow, his lips curving slightly. “Up to you”
Cordella stepped out of the shop and walked to school.
The classroom was buzzing with energy, the students lively even after being
battered by the previous day's
exams.
“That test was brutall I couldn't solve so many math problems!”
“Did the questions feel off-topic? Hanley, did you find it tough? How did you do
on the math test yesterday?” Seated in the first row, Hanley straightened up
when he heard the question, his tone full of superiority. “Not bad.”
“Looks like you nailed it, as expected of the whiz kid!”
Amid the exclamations, Cordelia entered the classroom.
Illuminated by the light filtering in, the girl was tall and graceful, her hair neatly
tied back, her soft cheeks framing big, misty eyes.
As a naturally radiant beauty, she caught the attention of everyone in the room,
including Hanley, who couldn't help but steal a few glances.
Juliana caught this little gesture and, suppressing the distaste in her eyes, called
out loudly, “Cordelia, how did you do on the math test yesterday?”
Cordelia paused a little, looking at Juliana.
Without showing much expression, her indifferent demeanor seemed to have
seen through Juliana’s petty thoughts, causing Juliana to avert her gaze
unconsciously.
Cordelia moved on to her seat, leaving behind a light response. “Not bad.”
Not bad? She gave the same response as Hanley.
Hanley scoffed as everyone turned their attention to him, his chin slightly lifted,
“What an arrogant person!” His “not bad“ was modesty, an affirmation. But
Cordelia’s not bad" was above herself.
The implication was clear, and the room erupted in laughter. “Yeah, for Hanley,
“not bad means anything less than perfect, but for Cordelia, maybe scoring a “D"
is not bad“. She's setting the bar pretty low, huh?”
In the
office, the math department for senior year was bustling.
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As the bell rang, the homeroom
teacher, Mr. Latham, picked up the
math exams, ready to distribute,
when someone from another class
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The other teacher was impressed. “This test was intentionally tough to knock
some sense into those kids and get them to focus. That math exam was no joke.
Hanley's really something! Your class must be leading the grade average again,
right?”
Before Latham could reply, another teacher, Lucille, from Class Two, interrupted,
“Class One does have excellent students, but it's a shame some hold them
back!”
Lucille, in her thirties, smirked. “Latham, how did that transfer student do in your
class?”
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At that, Latham stopped in his tracks. “Lucille, I heard the principal originally
planned to place Cordelia in your class, right?”
Lucille’s face soured at the mention, clearly bothered by the thought.
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and AP Math, were the talk of
Hamilton High. They were constantly
neck and neck, competing for the top
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When Cordelia transferred in, the
Delaney family, her folks, had only
insisted on her being in an honors
class. Principal Matthews had initially
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But Lucille had none of it and promptly dumped the task on Lathamn.
Why should Latham get Hanley, a perennial top student, and she be stuck with a
problem child like Cordelia? Besides, with Cordelia in the picture, the class
average for Class One would surely take a hit.
As Lucille mulled over this, she calmly said, “Oh, yes, but our class is full.”
But Latham, who had initially seemed weighed down by the prospect of taking on
Cordelia, was all smiles. “Well then, I guess I owe you one!” he said cheerily,
striding past Lucille while humming a tune.
Lucille was left dumbfounded.
Over at Latham’s office, someone had dashed to check the latest test scores
he'd tallied. A gasp cut through the air. “The perfect score this time is not from
Hanley?”
After hearing that, a sinking feeling hit the pit of Lucille’s stomach. “Who is it
then?” she asked with a sense of dread creeping into her voice.