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.”

a loss for

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

late after sparring with Everard and spotted Yates ahead in line, his vibrant red hair

impatient yet compliant with the security check. Then he seemed to

him when he spotted

following him, standing a good meter away, was intimidated by Yates‘ look and called out, “Cordelia, go ahead!”

But after the student’s invitation, the others stepped back, making room for her. At this point, it would be a waste of time to argue.

TIME.

duty checked his

“Damn! Check what

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

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11:20

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?

on duty

he hadn’t planned to check Yates, but Yates had complied, so why the fuss when it

to enter the school

her ponytail, brushing strands of hair against Yates face, carrying a faint scent

he glanced at Cordelia, shorter by a head. She wore a white cap and walked with a straight posture, always

clenched his

Cordelia again. Partly because his grandfather had cut off his credit

would part ways if he didn’t

turned slowly, her misty eyes meeting his.

lips pressed tightly together, finally said, “See you

what right he had to inquire when even the worthless owner of Midnight Scent could

checked his phone for hot searches on Twitter, relieved to see the platform still down. He then opened his 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,

came,