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?”

nonchalantly,

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

of silence, Everard chuckled, “An engagement

bewildered but

twenty–five years, now had a fiancée right

bill Cordelia had left on the table, intending to pocket it when he heard the familiar tapping of Everard’s fingers.

the bill. Everard opened his wallet, placing the hundred with the two hundred from the previous day before returning to

Calvert was speechless.

classes, Cordelia, having diligently completed her exercises, rushed to tackle the Olympiad problems Latham had set for

was filled with sharp intakes

until someone pulled the chair in front of her, bumping her desk as

glanced

caught

feeling an inexplicable joy bubbling inside her.

her head on the desk, while her classmates subtly moved their desks

math class and lit up at the sight of

you’re doing great!”

didn’t retort and kept her

hie smile.

since Merry’s arrival. Whispers circulated, with pointed stares directed at Merry, yet no one

as everyone headed to the cafeteria, Cordelia finished her last problem and stood up. “You

to eat?”

Silence.

turned their heads, their eyes

aback that Cordelia would still speak to her, looked up.

that Cordelia didn’t know her story and was hence so bold,

a good student down

and left for the

lunch, she found Merry to leave

Cordelia sighed inwardly.