Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 15

Calvert spat out his milk in disbelief. You just said you wanted to buy what?”

Cordelia looked at him, confusion etched across her face. She had no clue why Little Fang was reacting so strongly, but she earnestly explained anyway. “The balloon I saw on the shelf on my first day here”

Balloon? That was clearly condoms.

Calvert tried to speak, but ended up choking on his words, coughing violently.

Cordelia shot a puzzled glance at Everard

With his hands plunged deep in his pockets, Everard sauntered towards the counter before lazily taking a seat. Only then did he inquire. “You’re getting that to play by yourself?”

Cordelia paused for a beat. “…Yeah.”

Everard leaned back into the shadows of the shop, his voice laced with amusement. “Playing alone is no fun.”

She pondered for a moment, “True, I’ll buy it and leave it here then. We can play together some other time.”

“Eh!” Just as Calvert took a sip of water to calm his cough, he sprayed it out again.

Cordelia sensed something was off. She was about to ask Little Fang what got him so worked up when the tapping of fingers on the countertop interrupted them, followed by Everard’s tempting, “Girl, you’re about to be

late.”

Hearing it, Cordelia glanced at the clock in the shop and realized she had five minutes before the bell rang.

She grabbed her backpack and dashed out, “I gotta run!”

Calvert watched her leave, then slowly turned to his boss, only to find Everard engrossed in a book, perfectly camouflaged in the dim corner.

Calvert approached the counter, leaning against it. “Boss, when are you heading back?”

replied nonchalantly, “We’ll

went to Mr. Griffin’s to pick up some coffee beans yesterday. He subtly asked about your whereabouts, and today he messaged again, inquiring

of silence, Everard

engagement present?” Calvert was bewildered but

boss, a bachelor for twenty–five years, now had a fiancée right

on the table, intending to pocket

to see Everard’s gaze on him. He subconsciously handed over the bill. Everard opened his wallet,

Calvert was speechless.

the break between classes, Cordelia, having diligently completed her exercises, rushed to tackle

filled with sharp intakes of breath, followed by a hushed

didn’t pay it much mind until someone pulled the chair in front of

glanced up

Merry’s hair caught

feeling an inexplicable joy bubbling inside

classmates subtly moved their desks

the classroom for math class and lit up at the

you’re doing

didn’t retort and kept her

hie smile.

with pointed stares directed at Merry, yet no one

cafeteria, Cordelia finished her last problem and stood up. “You

to eat?”

Silence.

turned their heads, their eyes wide with

still speak to her, looked up.

hence so bold, Merry managed a bitter smile. “I’m not

to drag a good student down with her.

simply responded, “Oh,” and left

lunch, she found Merry to leave the room.

Cordelia sighed inwardly.