Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 10

Cordelia, always a beat slow in social cues, but speedy in action, rushed over at the sound of the commotion.

She found Lorna standing unharmed and breathed a sigh of relief, then noticed the spilled half–can of loose coffee beans on the floor.

Laurinda gasped dramatically. “Lorna, you’ve created a disaster!”

Loma was a bundle of nerves as she stuttered, “I wasn’t on purpose. I just opened the cupboard, and it fell,”

Sandra shook her head with a sigh, “Madam, you should’ve been more careful!”

Laurinda seemed frantic, scolding, “What good are you if all you do is eat and sleep? I ask you to make simple cup of coffee, and you cause such a catastrophe! Do you realize that Steward bought this specifically for an important occasion?”

Lorna just stared blankly at the scattered leaves.

Laurinda didn’t let up. “You’re useless! What’s the point of that long face now? What do you even contribute to this household? You can’t even give us a grandson.”

Her words grew harsher with each sentence.

Cordelia frowned, ready to jump in, when a stern voice cut through, “Laurinda, shut your dirty mouth!”

Mathilda stormed in, positioning herself protectively in front of Lorna, “As the lady of a prestigious house, is that any way to speak? Lorna has been well–versed in literature and arts since she was young. She didn’t marry into your useless family to be treated this way!”

Cordelia was stunned at Mathilda’s talent for insults.

Laurinda was taken aback, her bluster deflating, “She made a mistake, can’t I reprimand her?”

Mathilda retorted, “Is it such a big deal over some spilled coffee beans? I’ll go buy more, and that’ll settle it!”

Lorna quickly tugged at Mathilda, “Mom…”

But Laurinda smirked, “Do you even know what kind of coffee bean this is? This is St. Helena Coffee!”

Mathilda straightened up, “As long as it’s for sale, it can be bought.”

a smug look, “Well, just so you know, this was specially procured by Steward for this weekend’s gathering. If you can’t replace it in time, you’ll have to explain it

room supported by Sandra with a glint of schadenfreude

she’d have to see how he’d punish her for ruining his plans. Once Laurinda was gone,

gave a wry smile and signaled Mathilda to stop. Staring at Cordelia, Lorna didn’t

finished her breakfast and stood nearby impatiently, “Shall we leave for the

the kitchen to Cordelia, “Lia, go to school now. Mathilda won’t leave

Cordelia looked at Lorna with an acknowledgement and went outside with Juliana.

two children left, Mathilda asked Lorna in a

bought those coffee beans at an auction for eight hundred and eighty thousand, just to gift to Hackett for the upcoming project… they

patronage”

the biggest tycoon of Greenmeadow, and his love for rare

“Eight hundred and eighty

again at the coffee beans on the floor

treasured these coffee beans as if they were his life. But now, even a

back.

Laurinda to use this to slander her. How would she explain this to Steward

Cordelia got off at “Midnight Scent,” walking into the shop.

wearing a different style of shirt today. The

Qura

table as she entered, lowering his head slightly,

at the clock and realized she was three minutes later

was less intense today. Was it because she’d been looking forward to seeing Everard since leaving home,

thought, she sat

the table, Little Fang had already prepared breakfast. After the meal was done and Little Fang was clearing up, Cordelia finished her soy milk and left the bottle to her left. Little Fang, being on the right and not wanting to reach

was slow to react, taking two seconds before reaching for the bottle. But Everard, seeing her delay

were both

at their interlocked hands. His palm was large, his fingers clean and well–kept, yet his touch was burning hot, the heat seemingly spreading from her hand to

quickly withdrew, eyeing Everard with a mix of

man done to her? Her heartbeat had skipped a beat… but now, it

a stern little face, she grabbed her bag and

the table, a playful challenge in his voice, “Girl, you’re just going

else was she supposed to