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.”

and then she rolled her eyes at him.

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

Cordelia asked, “What’s that?”

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

Silence fell.

back her right foot, her fist clenched, and threw a punch straight at his

eyebrow. “If I lose my looks, I won’t be

“Morning, early birds! What’s

The tension dissipated.

as if it were Everard. The softness reminded her of the

that dream keep haunting

of the day, Cordelia was as cold as ice, holding a grudge as if someone had

day, there was a wicked curl to his lips, a playfulness

and still simmering, Cordella grabbed

door, she remembered Little Fang’s text

never liked to be told what to do. She turned coldly to him and said, “Little Fang,

meddle in others‘ business?‘ he guessed

“Good to know you understand” With

he just been threatened without

an explanation, only to find

girl be

her classroom that she

headed to her advanced math class. Yesterday’s concepts had

Merry, her classmate grabbed her blazer and teased, “Lia, guess what? Yates got chauffeured to school today. Poor thing got his

asked, puzzled.