Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 46

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Chapter 46 Guess

“I’m heading in,” Cheiron said, lifting his cup for a sip. “But there’s no hurry.”

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Margaret gave a vague “oh” in response, didn’t think twice about it, and glanced down at her Holo bracelet. Still nothing in her inbox. She dismissed the screen and started toward the kitchen to find Blanc.

She’d barely gotten to her feet when Cheiron’s voice came from behind her, still in that effortless tone. “Holding out for a specific message?”

Margaret spun around. Cheiron wasn’t even looking at her; just idly swiping at his bracelet, like he’d asked on a whim.

“Just some follow-up from the testing center,” she said vaguely, leaving it at that.

Cheiron gave a small nod.

Margaret held on for a few seconds, but her curiosity finally got the better of her. “What about you? Why aren’t you rushing off to work this morning?”

Cheiron’s finger stilled on his bracelet screen.

“Same reason as you.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “Waiting on an email.”

Margaret went completely still.

Waiting for an email? What email?

A thought flickered through her mind, and she immediately tamped it down. Cheiron was a 3S-class heavyweight, an academy director. He probably got flooded with emails every single day. Just because he said he was waiting for one didn’t mean it was that email.

It just happened that today was the day the Central Brain was scheduled to send out her match list. That was the only explanation. Right?

“Host!” Primo detonated inside her skull. “He said the same thing you did! He’s waiting for the match email Loo!! He’s got his hopes up, he’s praying to the stars, he’s in love with you!!”

with you

“Zip it.”

“Well, isn’t that a coincidence,” she said in a monotone, then spun on her heel and headed for the kitchen.

Inside the kitchen, Blanc caught the sound of her footsteps, pivoted around, and flashed its signature crescent moon eyes. Margaret ordered a bowl of pasta and returned to the dining room to wait

Ten minutes later, Cheiron still showed no signs of leaving.

Margaret

Blanc placed a steaming bowl of pasta in front of Margaret. On reflex, she said, “Thanks.”

ner Blanc

“You’re welcome!” Blanc chirped in its gentle mechanical voice, then spun its round body around to top off Cheiron’s coffee.

Cheiron sat on the other side of the table, occasionally swiping at his bracelet screen.

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The two of them were perched opposite each other, each glued to their own Holo bracelet, each waiting for their own email. The vibe was slightly off.

Margaret slurped up a piece of pasta and stole a quick look at Cheiron.

He had on a dark shirt today, collar neatly buttoned, hair perfectly combed. He looked exactly like he always did. No tension, no restlessness. As if he really were just killing time for a run of the mill work

message.

But if it were that ordinary, why hang around at home for it?

“Host, quit peeking. He’s lifting his head.”

Margaret yanked her eyes back to her bowl.

“Enjoying your breakfast?” Cheiron’s voice floated across the table.

“It’s fine,” she mumbled without looking up.

Another stretch of quiet. Margaret mentally rehearsed her lines a few times, then finally broke the silence, doing her best to sound offhand.

“Mr. Jewett, that email you’re holding out for… mind if I ask what it’s about?”

Cheiron set down his cup. He didn’t answer right away. A few beats passed.

“Take a guess.”

Margaret nearly dropped her fork. Since when did he play coy? She looked up and stared at him…

Wail Was she seeing things?

Was he smiling?

She was about to press him when her Holo-bracelet suddenly buzzed.

At the exact same moment, Cheiron’s bracelet lit up too.

They both looked down at the same time.

The sender was Central Brain.

Margaret’s heart clenched.

She opened the email. The page loaded in less than half a second, and a form popped up.

At the top, bold black letters showed, “3S-class female Ms. Margaret Greene – Spiritual Power Match List.”

Below that, five numbers in a row, one through five. Each number was followed by brief personal information.

Margaret’s finger hovered over the screen. She didn’t scroll down right away. Her heartbeat was so loud she could hear it.

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