Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 49

A soft chuckle from Everard broke the silence in the Midnight Scent

He set aside the book he was holding, his deep eyes twinkling mischievously. “What were you dreaming about, gif?” he asked with a hint of amusement.

Cordelia’s cheeks flushed at the question

In her dream, she had not only touched him but also

Normally unperturbed, Cordelia seemed slightly flustered at that moment. For the first time, she cursed her uncanny memory, which replayed every vivid detail of the dream

Even the sensation of his abs felt unbelievably real

The usual indifference in Cordelia’s eyes seemed to shatter as she glared at Everard and snapped, “Bastard?”

It was only the second time Everard had seen her so mad. Her smooth cheeks puffed up in anger, and he must suppress the urge to poke them, imagining how satisfying it would feel

But that would probably make her even angrier.

Curbing his impulse, Everard leaned back casually, his smile unfolding, not a light chuckle or a low laugh this time, but a full–blown grin. His sharp features softened with joy, and the deep sound of his laughter tickled her heart.

Then, Cordelia heard him take the blame. “My fault.”

Was he responsible for her dream?

Before she could explode, he drawled. “There’s an old saying, ‘Daytime thoughts become nighttime dreams.” His smile deepened as he continued, “It’s my fault for not satisfying you, which led to such dreams.”

his words, and then she rolled her

signaled Everard’s rise. At a towering six–foot–two, he stood a full head taller than Cordelia. He approached her with his lithe figure, leaning down to whisper, “I have a good idea to stop you from having that dream

herself, Cordelia asked, “What’s

and with a naughty tone, he suggested, “How

Silence fell.

foot, her fist clenched,

her wrist with ease, raising an eyebrow. “If I lose my

in with breakfast. “Morning, early birds! What’s up? Practicing some moves?”

The tension dissipated.

fist and, acting as if nothing had happened, bit into a muffin as if it were Everard. The softness

did that dream keep haunting

cold as ice, holding a grudge as if someone

but that day, there was a wicked

and still simmering, Cordella grabbed Everard’s hand before

the door, she remembered Little Fang’s text about

liked to be told what to do. She turned coldly to him and said, “Little Fang, do you know the secret

others‘ business?‘

know you understand” With that,

he just

explanation, only to find him chuckling

girl be

in her classroom that she began

settled into her seat, glanced over the homework, and headed to her advanced math class. Yesterday’s concepts had been so engaging that she couldn’t help but dive deep

Merry, her classmate grabbed her blazer and teased, “Lia, guess what? Yates

Cordelia asked,