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Chapter 295
Chapter 295
Bland's gaze, sharp and curious, only grazed her briefly before settling on Cordelia with a polite, "Lia."
Then, his attention turned to Merry, his eyes shimmering with a mix of amusement and affection as he teased, "Babe, why haven't you been answering my calls?"
Juliana was dumbfounded.
She must be hallucinating!
She stared at Bland in disbelief, eyes wide and unblinking...
Babe... Following his gaze towards Merry, Juliana saw her cheeks flush and her eyes sparkle the moment he entered.
Juliana was stunned.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing, shock leaving her mouth agape. She pointed at Merry, stammering, "You, you, you and him... You guys..."
Merry had already rushed to Bland's side, a hint of shyness on her face. Hearing Juliana's words, she responded, "Yep, this is my boyfriend. Sorry, your situation with Hanley might be up in the air, but my dream has already come true~"
With that, she looped her arm through Bland's, looking up at him, "Got caught up in something, how did you get here so early~"
Bland nodded, "Yeah, the film wrapped up early, and I couldn't wait a minute longer to see you, so I came straight here."
After exchanging a few words, Bland turned to Cordelia, "Lia, dinner tonight?"
Knowing Bland was coming today, Cordelia had already planned a dinner for the four of them.
Hearing this, Cordelia nodded, packed up her bag, and followed the trio out of the room, leaving Juliana standing there, utterly incredulous. How could this be... How is it possible!
Merry was so average, how could she possibly end up with Bland?
Despite being an actor, Bland came from a wealthy family, a privilege that allowed him his whims in the entertainment industry!
What did Merry have that she didn't, even when Juliana considered herself superior?
Juliana had thought her boyfriend was the best she could do, but to her dismay, not only did Cordelia snag the founder of Fortuna Group, but Merry also managed to win over Bland?
Fuming, Juliana clenched her fists. Remembering her impending breakup with Hanley, she kicked a table in frustration, only to hurt her own foot. Crouching down, she hugged her knees and began to cry.
For dinner, the group chose a local diner outside school known for its classic American comfort food, a place that had been around for years and was beloved for its flavors.
Sitting together, Cordelia asked, "So, where are you guys spending the holidays?"
Little Parrot had a fallout with her family and wouldn't be going back for the holidays. She had arranged to spend it with Bland instead.
This was also why Bland had come over today.
Since they were only given a week off school, they couldn't travel far. Plus, Merry had been buried in her books preparing for college entrance exams and couldn't afford to waste even these seven days.
Bland spoke up, "I bought a place in Greenmeadow, planning to spend the holidays there with Merry. On New Year's Day, I'll come visit you guys!"
Cordelia was relieved they wouldn't be far. After all, Merry was still a senior, and she worried about them running into trouble.
After Bland's announcement, he turned to Everard, "Sir, where will you be spending the holidays?"
With Bill gone back home for the
holidays, as Abbey had informed her, Cordelia wondered about Everard. Bill had come to Greenmeadow for a math problem and left once it was solved, with Abbey tagging along for fun Bill had left saying he'd wait for Cordelia in Ontoky City.
What about Everard, then? Did he have family?
At Bland's question, Everard simply smiled, "I'll see how I feel."Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.
The conversation shifted to school exams as they enjoyed their meal, wrapping up around two in the afternoon. After lunch, they visited Bland's new house, which, to their surprise, was in the same neighborhood as Cordelia's! Merry was thrilled, her fears about moving in with Bland dissipating now that they were neighbors with Cordelia. After settling Merry and Bland in, Everard drove Cordelia home.
Once inside their new home, Merry watched Bland carry their luggage to their respective rooms, feeling a wave of relief.
She reminisced about the night in
Ontoky City when Bland had, in a
way, confessed his feelings. It wasn't a direct confession, more a series of caring gestures that had left her confused but hopeful.
That night, after a dance practice gone wrong, she had found solace in Bland's concern, mistaken by the media as his mysterious girlfriend.
When she wanted to clarify the rumors, Bland had simply asked, "So, you want to make it official?"
Merry was taken aback, "What do you mean?"
Bland had just smiled, "Aren't you willing to?"
Merry was in a daze for a moment before she pieced together what he was hinting at - the fact that she was his girlfriend. Nodding her head in a bit of a haze, she agreed...
Even now, it felt like a beautiful dream to her.
But if it was a dream, she hoped never to wake up.
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As Cordelia and Everard walked down the tree-lined streets of their upscale neighborhood, the chill of the evening was softened by the lush greenery surrounding them. The crunch of gravel under their feet mingled with the distant sounds of the suburban night.
They strolled past rows of elegant homes, Cordelia's mind occupied with the memorization of chemical equations, when Everard suddenly sighed, "I'm quite envious of Bland."
Cordelia blinked in confusion.
With a lazy tone that hinted at deeper meanings, Everard continued, "Things are moving pretty fast for him."
Indeed, they were.
But the situation with Little Parrot was different. She had no family to spend the holidays with, so it was only natural for Bland to stay over. Cordelia smirked, about to respond, when Everard's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID, sighed with a hint of resignation, and answered the call. The person on the other end must have asked what he was doing because Everard glanced at Cordelia and said, "Hanging out with my girlfriend." The caller's excitement was palpable even without hearing the words. After a brief exchange, Everard turned to Cordelia, "She wants to talk to you. Is that okay?"
Cordelia, a bit surprised-was this one of Everard's friends? Little Fang or maybe Bill?-nodded and took the phone, asking, "Who's this?"
Everard replied, "My mom."
Cordelia's grip on the phone tightened in shock.