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.”

was at a loss for

noticed something different. There were extra security guards and students on duty,

running a bit late after sparring with Everard and spotted Yates

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

him when he spotted

meter away, was intimidated by Yates‘ look and

room for her. At this point, it would be a waste of time to argue. She might as well

TIME.

his ID and

irritably, “Damn!

back, “Yates, we’re just following protocol…”

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11:20

reporters? Am I a reporter? Who are you trying to impress here? Checking IDs of classmates? Are

on duty

planned to check Yates, but Yates had complied,

allowed them to enter the

gust of wind lifted her ponytail, brushing strands of hair against Yates face, carrying a

a head. She

his

Partly because his

the academic building, knowing they would part ways if he didn’t speak up, Yates

slowly, her misty eyes meeting

pressed tightly together, finally

of Midnight Scent could make him feel inferior, he strode

WhatsApp and messaged someone, “Bland’s shooting at Greenmeadow International School, rumored to be visiting a mystery girlfriend. Once the hot search is back on, release this news. It’ll crash Twitter for days, maybe weeks. That’ll

reply came, “Good