Drama Novel
Chapter 212
Chapter 212
After handing over her phone to Lucille, Cordelia thought that would be the end of it. She couldn't have been more wrong. Lucille, with a tone sharper than a knife's edge, demanded, "I want a reflective essay from you, no less than three thousand words, on my desk before afternoon classes start. Otherwise, you can forget about attending any of them!"
Daisy gasped, "Lucille, a three-thousand-word essay? Even for a brainiac like her, that's gonna take at least an hour. How's she supposed to grab lunch?"
"Brainiac?" Lucille scoffed at Cordelia, "Is that what you call yourself? Got a bit too big for your boots because you solved Batra's Conjecture, huh?"
With her voice rising, Lucille added, "What are you looking at? If you don't finish, you're not attending classes this afternoon. If you really don't wanna write it, then you might as well leave!"
With that, Lucille stormed out of the classroom.
Cordelia's brows knitted together, and she clenched her fists. For the first time, she felt the urge to retaliate physically against a teacher, but she suppressed it. The head of the orphanage had always stressed the importance of respect and discipline, and Lucille's grievances, after all, were within the school's regulations.
She couldn't justify attacking a teacher.
Sighing, Cordelia turned to Daisy, "You guys go ahead."
Daisy looked genuinely concerned, "Maybe you should talk to Queenie. She could put in a word with her uncle, get him to lay off you a bit."
Cordelia didn't respond, just sat down and pulled out a blank sheet of paper, looking worried. She had always been a straight-A student, but essays, especially reflective ones, were not her forte.
She casually handed her lunch card to Daisy, "Could you grab something for me?"
Daisy nodded and left with the others.
Cordelia ran her fingers through her hair, staring at the blank paper where she had written "Reflective Essay" and then got stuck.
Math problems, she could solve by the dozen without breaking a sweat, but this?
Everard, leaning lazily against the school's exterior wall, was scrolling through his phone while holding a custom-prepared lunch in a thermal container. The security guards gave him wary looks but didn't dare to approach, his aura too intimidating.
As the students started heading to the cafeteria, Everard frowned. If Cordelia was among them, she'd miss the nutritious lunch he brought. Stepping forward, he was immediately met with a guard brandishing a taser, asking, "What do you want?"Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
Everard, slightly amused yet annoyed, flashed a badge. The guard's eyes widened in fear and respect, quickly stepping aside to let him through. Within Ontoky City, there wasn't a door that could keep Everard out. He'd waited outside only to avoid alarming Cordelia, but now...
Cordelia, her brows furrowed in concentration, was trying to start her essay when she heard a chuckle.
Turning, she found Everard standing there, looking at her attempted essay with an amused expression. He seemed to have been watching for a while.
Irritated, Cordelia covered her paper, "What are you doing here?"
"I brought lunch," Everard held up the thermal container.
Cordelia's heart skipped a beat at the gesture, but she sighed, "I can't eat right now."
"Because of the essay?" Everard guessed.
She nodded.
"Move," he said softly but firmly.
Puzzled, Cordelia stood up, allowing Everard to take her seat. He was too tall for it, his legs cramped, but he didn't seem to mind. Handing her the lunch, he told her, "Eat over there."
"What about the essay?" Cordelia was hesitant.
"I'll write it," he said, a teasing tone in his voice. He then started writing, his handwriting elegant and fluid, the words flowing effortlessly.
Assured, Cordelia began to eat. The
meal was perfectly balanced, the fish tender and flavorful, the rice soft and fragrant. She couldn't help but glance back at Everard, who was now bathed in a soft light streaming through the window, adding a halo techis dark attire. His profite was striking, captivating her completely.
For a moment, her heart raced, and she found herself covering her chest, lost in the moment and the unexpected fluttering in her heart.
Just as she was trying to figure out what was going on, a furious shout suddenly came from the doorway: "Cordelia, what on earth are you doing?!"
Cordelia snapped her head around,
het
only to see Lucille storming in, his face red with anger. He marched straight up to them and scolded, asked you to write a reflection paper, and you got someone to ghostwrite it for you? Do you really take the Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp so lightly?"
Then he turned his glare toward Everard: "And you, what's your name? Which student are you? Did you come here to fall in love or what? If you don't want to be here, then get lost!"
Hearing these harsh words, Everard's eyes darkened, a fierce determination flashing through his intense gaze.