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 eyes

a chair scraping against the floor 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

Cordelia asked,

a naughty tone, he suggested, “How about we make your dream a

Silence fell.

seconds later, Cordelia stepped back her right foot, her fist clenched, and threw a

wrist with ease, raising an eyebrow. “If I lose my looks, I won’t be

Calvert strolled in with breakfast. “Morning, early birds! What’s up? Practicing

The tension dissipated.

as if it were Everard.

that dream keep

the day, Cordelia was as cold as ice, holding a grudge

Everard’s mood would match hers, but that day, there was a wicked curl to his

simmering, Cordella grabbed Everard’s hand before leaving

Fang’s text about

be told what to do. She turned coldly to him and said, “Little Fang, do

in others‘ business?‘ he

nodded. “Good to know you understand” With that, she left Midnight

was puzzled Had he just been threatened without knowing

an explanation, only to

be so adorable?” Everard

her classroom that she began to

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 into

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

asked, puzzled.