Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 38

Cordelia’s face was taut with tension, a flurry of thoughts crossing her mind.

She stared at Everard, whose face was inches from hers, trying to decipher his intentions. What was he planning?

If she couldn’t refuse Everard’s demand, he could’ve easily made his move right after casting that bizarre “love or die” speli on her. He could be after her money or trying to seduce her,

Yet, he hadn’t asked for anything significant in the past month. The most he’d done was to forcefully sell Cordelia some overpriced coffee beans and fleece her out of three hundred bucks.

But was he genuinely interested in a romantic relationship with her if he had no ulterior motive?

As Cordelia was deep in thought, Everard leaned closer, his deep voice tempting her. “Girl, close your eyes.”

“No way!” No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than a sharp pain flared in her chest.

She took a deep breath, fury tinting her usually calm eyes, but ultimately, she closed them.

With her sight gone, her other senses seemed to heighten. She could feel Everard’s breath drawing closer until it hovered before her face.

Her body tensed, detecting a kiss that landed on her eyelids. His lips felt soft and cold.

Cordelia clenched her fists.

As she felt she couldn’t take it anymore, the kiss broke, and he stepped back with a low chuckle. There, done.”

Bastard!

When Cordelia’s eyes snapped open, she stepped back and clenched her fists, readying the boxing stance Little Fang had taught her. She was about to kick when Everard stood unflinching, not even blinking.

But Cordelia’s kick halted just two inches from him.

Chest pain flared again! Son of a gun!

As the pain subsided, she switched to punch, fast and

landed squarely in the

man flying. Yet he remained unmoved, catching her fist

hand rested on the back of her head, patting it as if to soothe

totally

She wanted to say something, but Everard reminded her, “You’re going to

in his words, Cordelia glanced at the clock. She had two

grabbed her backpack and sprinted

of a sprinter, Cordelia arrived at the classroom door alongside her Literature teacher as the

rang.

spoke, “Cordelia, you’re excelling in all subjects except Literature, getting a B. It’s mainly because of your essays. Can’t you

fitted with confusion she thought

the teacher gave an example take

‘Autumn, with one picture showing a farmer a bountiful harvest and other degerings emphasizing that effort doesnt always lead

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a seat wh

emotion Can you imagine the joy of the term

shook her

continued, “What about the joy you felt when you won first place at

response, but Cordeliers innocence done through so sy het normal for me to take first place? What’s there to be excited

teacher was at a loss

of this bright and pretty student, prompted again, Have you wewe tale ragyogs the bottom of your

Cordelia said nothing.

“Or deeply sad?”

Cordelia remained silent.

have been times when you’ve

still hadn’t said a

a list

thought about the emotions the teacher had mentioned. Suddenly the realized she had felt anger during Everard’s kiss, the most intense emotion

brought increased pressure for the students in the bonors classes as they began to use regular class time to prepare for the upcoming National Math League and