Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 69

Calvert couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth as he witnessed the whole scene.

By all accounts, it seemed high time for the couple to progress to the next phase of romance, to be all about kisses, cuddles, and flirting. They should be more affectionate by now. Otherwise, Cordelia might just ache her heart with longing

It was cles, that Cordelia was still somewhat resistant to such displays of affection, which was why Everard had to get creative, resorting to the kind of moves that might seem like a playboy taking his advantage.

But it made it easier for her to accept

Calvert let out a sigh.

It was Cordelia who was supposed to be under the curse of “love of die“. Yet, somehow, it was Everard who seemed totally smitten.

Having known the boss for years, Calvert had never seen him so invested in anyone!

As he shook his head in bemusement, Everard, dressed in a crisp black shirt, slowly clenched his fist and turned to glare icily in his direction. Calvert stiffened and hurriedly blurted out, “Boss, the math journal got in touch. In two days, they’ll publish Cordelia’s paper!”

Everard nodded in satisfaction, pocketed his hands, and settled back behind the counter to ponder.

After tidying up the dining area, Calvert played a couple of rounds on his phone. When he looked up, he saw his boss still sitting there, legs stretched out nonchalantly on the floor, slightly hunched over, gaze fixed ahead, posture unchanged.

Calvert couldn’t help but ask, “Boss, what’s on your mind?”

Everard replied, “Thinking about my girl.”

Calvert almost slapped himself. He shouldn’t have asked! Wasn’t he already fed up with the daily overdose of

romance?

Everard narrowed his eyes slightly. Beneath the proud bridge of his nose, his lips began to move, his voice deep, “It’s time for Cordelia to learn something new.”

at a loss for

the school gates and immediately noticed something different. There were extra security guards and

spotted Yates ahead in line, his vibrant

yet compliant with the security check. Then he seemed to sense something, turned his

he

student following him, standing a good meter away, was intimidated

the student’s invitation, the others stepped back, making room for her. At this point, it would

TIME.

Yates, the student on duty checked his ID and then moved to

irritably, “Damn! Check what

student on duty shrank back, “Yates, we’re just following protocol…”

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chan, his eyes defiant, and retorted. “Are they guarding against reporters? Am I a reporter? Who are you trying to impress here? Checking IDs of classmates? Are you blind? Don’t

on duty didn’t

but Yates had complied, so

allowed them to enter the school

Cordelia on the gravel path through the campus. A gust of wind lifted her ponytail, brushing strands of hair against Yates face, carrying a faint scent of cherry blossoms.

as he glanced at Cordelia, shorter by a head. She wore a

his jaw.

he had intentionally sought out her boyfriend at Midnight Scent, he hadn’t made any attempt to see Cordelia again. Partly because his grandfather had cut off his credit cards, leaving him

ways if he didn’t speak up, Yates

misty eyes meeting

lips pressed tightly together, finally said,

he had to inquire when even the worthless owner of Midnight Scent could make him feel inferior, he strode up the stairs and into class

International School, rumored to be visiting

came,