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.”

Steward for this weekend’s

supported by Sandra with a glint of schadenfreude

her for ruining his plans. Once Laurinda was gone, Mathilda sensed something was off, “Lorna, those coffee beans…”

signaled Mathilda to stop. Staring at Cordelia, Lorna didn’t want

and stood nearby impatiently, “Shall

and fetched the packed breakfast from the kitchen to Cordelia, “Lia, go

Cordelia looked at Lorna with an acknowledgement

in a low voice, “What’s that coffee

auction for eight hundred and eighty thousand, just

patronage”

tycoon of Greenmeadow, and his love

was aghast, “Eight hundred and

looked again at the coffee beans

were his life. But now, even a million dollars couldn’t

back.

to slander her. How would she explain

got off at “Midnight Scent,” walking into the

behind the counter, seemed to favor black clothing, wearing a different style of shirt today. The top button undone revealed a hint of collarbone. His face, though chiseled and austere, had a reserved

Qura

and approached the table as she entered, lowering his head slightly, “Girl, you’re late.”

glanced at the clock and realized she was three minutes

she’d been looking forward to seeing Everard since leaving home, not dreading the encounter?

sat

breakfast. After the meal was done and Little Fang was clearing up, Cordelia finished her soy milk and left the bottle

taking two seconds before reaching for the bottle. But Everard, seeing her delay and extending his hand, resulted

were both

hands. His palm was large, his fingers clean and well–kept, yet his

quickly withdrew, eyeing Everard with a mix

her? Her heartbeat had skipped a beat… but now, it seemed fine again.

little face, she grabbed her bag and

challenge in his voice, “Girl, you’re just going to leave

was she supposed to do? Was he implying…?