Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 40

Calvert was about to spill the beans when a low cough echoed through the room, sending a shiver down his spine. He turned to find Everard, who seemed to dwell in the shadows forever.

The courage Calvert had mustered deflated like a pin–pricked balloon.

Yet Cordelia locked her gaze on him, commanding. “Speak.”

The strength of her presence made Calvert swallow hard,

Suddenly, he felt that opening his mouth might be worse than staying silent, trembling between two formidable forces. After a prolonged silence, he picked the safest thing to say, “Boss has no ill intentions toward you.”

After speaking, Calvert ducked his head, fearing Everard’s reprimand, and trotted toward the back of the Midnight Scent. “I’ll go, uh, boil some water for coffee!”

Cordelia stood motionless, her expression unreadable.

Calvert’s words had plunged her into a sea of confusion.

What she had first called a “curse” had nothing to do with Everard. But how did he know that date was necessary if it didn’t?

Yet she quickly remembered that Everard had never forced her. The hand–holding had been with her consent.

He made his request for that kiss when she was about to be late for school and tried to leave, ignoring the pain in her chest. And that kiss, as she thought about it, was restrained, within the bounds of what she could.

accept.

Cordelia glanced deeply at Everard, who sat behind the counter, his sharp features half–hidden in the dim light, his eyes unfathomable, his whole being exuding an aura of mystery.

This man must have secrets

After a moment of silence, Cordelia finally spoke. “I’m off to school.”

It was a truce to their recent cold war.

Everard seemed surprised she spoke first. His eyes lifted slightly, and he smiled. “Okay.”

turn and leave

sneaked back into the room

counter area.

space behind the counter

blinked in

was the boss?

chilling voice came from behind. “Seems you’ve got

clad in black, standing behind him. After saying that, he rolled up his

Calvert was speechless.-

her marathon of math problem–solving, Cordelia’s performance in the math competition had improved dramatically. She was no longer

pleased with her homework, placing

after breezing through a set of math problems, she stretched and picked up her

new

[Lia, I’m in Greenmeadow]

the message

my attention, so ril visit for five days each month. You can come by the clinic

pondered before replying.

I’ll introduce

blue tracksuit, white sneakers, and a baseball cap over her flowing hair, Cordelia grabbed a small backpack and informed Lorna she was

the Delaney Manor, Juliana

opening her eyes to praise when Juliana stopped “Wonderfull Juliana, you play so beautifully!”

“What did the country bumpkin know about music?”

outwardly, she was effusive, “Laurinda,

back from abroad when I heard Stanton was in Greenmeadow. I’ve pulled so many strings to get you a chance. Amongst your peers here, no one can match your piano skills. You’ve got to make the most of this opportunity and impress him

a glint of envy

of the world–renowned pianist Stanton!

with her, learning to paint and play piano. Maybe she could’ve been

the thought. It was just a fleeting wish. At this point, she

if only Lia could play the piano. Then I could take her to meet Stanton, too. It would be a blessing for our family if he liked

into an awkward smile as she

isn’t great. Lia probably hasn’t even touched a piano. Such

‘pity‘ stung Lorna like a