Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 44

Everard was the epitome of rugged handsomeness, with a chiseled face that seemed sculpted by the gods and piercing features that commanded attention. His frame was athletic, broad–shouldered, and narrow at the waist, the perfect balance of strength and grace

Cordelia couldn’t take her eyes off him, her mind silently marveling. Who would have thought that beneath that austere black dress shirt lay such sculpted perfection?

After locking gazes for ten seconds, Everard broke the silence casually. Like what you see?”

Cordelia nodded, feeling a touch breathless. “Yeah, it’s impressive.”

The hint of a smile began to play upon Everard’s lips, but before it could fully form, Cordelia’s voice piped up again. “How do you get those abs?”

Everard was stunned.

Her curious gaze was still fixed on him as though she were admiring a piece of fine art.

Everard was speechless. His stride toward her halted, and with a swift pivot, he headed toward the back of the house. Im going to take a shower.”

“OK”

Once he left, the quiet of Midnight Scent settled in, and Cordelia belatedly pondered if it was somewhat inappropriate for a girl to stare at a man like that. But those pecs, abs, and that waistline were indeed a sight to behold.

Lost in her thoughts, she was brought back to reality when Little Fang, prompted by Everard’s instructions, returned promptly with breakfast. In less than five minutes, Everard emerged from his shower, his hair still damp. He slipped back into his signature black shirt. This time, he buttoned up to the top, exuding an even

more intense air of restraint.

The three ate in comfortable silence.

Buzz. Cordelia and Everard’s phones vibrated in unison.

Glancing down, they both saw notifications from the Pioneers Group.

Everard’s eyes flickered. Since Cordelia joined the Pioneers Group, he had unblocked the group notifications he’d found annoying.

Cordelia was scrolling through the group chat,

Bland sent a message which read, [Argh, I’m dying for this bag! But I missed out on the sale! Can someone please snag it for me in your city? It

a limited edition. I’ll pay top dollar!]

Piano Man replied, [Can’t help. Sorry!]

Mathster added, I’m just an academic with no connections in that world.]

said, [Sorry, can’t get it.]

it for me is

limited edition luxury or care much for brand names and price tags. But recalling Mathster’s offer of a learning opportunity the day before and considering the group was decent, she decided to

bacon and egg sandwich, paused. Bags? Did that sort of thing even align with

could voice his thoughts, Everard nodded. “Yeah, we do.”

Bland had shared in the group and showed it to

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this one?

Calvert was puzzled

world, snapped up instantly by socialites and debutantes upon its

his shock could surface, Everard simply replied, “Sure, pick it up in

Calvert was speechless.

ever, Cordelia

in the group

a message I think I can get it

Bland replied, [Really?]

LearnLover Tyned, [Yep]

[OMG, Lia, you’re my savior!]

the message, a new friend request

added

she added him than

city are

knowing the caution of online acquaintances,

get me

nothing in

she

from before seemed rare, and this bag was no

black shirt accentuating his waist as he tucked it into his

escaping him as

Calvert looked helpless.

were a woman, he’d have fallen for him already. As a man, he

woman, nodded in admiration.

Calvert was speechless.

a hint of resigned amusement in his tone. “Yeah, there’s nothing you can’t

heading straight for the counter and addressing Everard. “Hey, you, give me a box of Trojans.”

like his bold claim had just been punctured, deflated.

toward the still–present Cordelia, choosing not to answer,

hard, Calvert stepped forward: “We’re out.”