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!

withdrew her leg. As the pain subsided, she switched to punch, fast and fierce. Just as her fis

punch landed squarely in the palm of his

it, half–expecting to send this man flying. Yet he remained unmoved, catching her

the back of her head, patting it as if to soothe her, and he said with exasperation, “You’ll feel it if you hurt me.”

was totally speechless.

struggle, she gradually calmed down. She wanted to say something, but Everard reminded her, “You’re

Cordelia glanced at the clock. She had two

and sprinted toward the

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

rang.

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

looked puzzled, her large eyes fitted with confusion she thought

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good but devoid of emotion Can you imagine

Cordelia shook her

joy you felt when you won

through so sy het normal for me to take first place?

was at a loss for words.

this bright and pretty student, prompted again, Have you wewe

Cordelia said nothing.

“Or deeply sad?”

Cordelia remained silent.

there must have been times when you’ve

still hadn’t said

giving up, said, “I’ll give you a list of books to read. They might help you

the teacher had mentioned. Suddenly the realized

for the students in the bonors classes as they began to use regular class time to prepare for the upcoming National Math League and Physics Competitions. These events could secure college scholarships for competitors and years of effort culminating