Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 72

Merry bulged her eyes in disbelief, her heavily made–up face giving her an almost ghastly appearance.

The man standing before her towered at an impressive height, enveloped in a trench coat with a hat pulled down to shield most of his face. Yet, at that moment, he gazed at her with astonishment, his almond–shaped eyes wide with shock, even the tiny beauty mark under his eye seemed surprised, especially after her calling him “honey.”

Lia called him what? Honey?

Damn it! Bland thought he was a goner.

Anyone could see that the boss of “Pioneers Group” was flirting with Lia, but she had a thing for him.

This was a disaster! He might as well drop dead on the spot!

His words came out stuttering, “Lia?”

It was only when the man spoke that Merry realized what was happening. She clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream.

Oh my God! It was really him, her idol, alive and in the flesh!

She wanted to reach out and touch him but didn’t dare, instead hopping around excitedly on the spot. Her usual gift of gab deserted her. Merry couldn’t utter a single coherent sentence.

They just stood there, staring at each other, neither knowing what to say until the sound of footsteps. approached. Yates and the rest of the Flames rushed over.

Hearing the footsteps, Bland realized others had arrived.

He turned to see a demure girl standing in the doorway, in a preppy school uniform with a ponytail, her dewy eyes fixed on him, her delicate features outshining any movie star’s.

Yates stood silently by her side, while Flame No. 1 stared at Bland, unable to see his face clearly due to the distance and the hat from his trench coat. He blurted out, “Boss Cordelia, is this the jerk who’s been messing with you? Guys, let’s give him a lesson!”

and Merry were

wasn’t Cordelia. The real Cordelia was at the door. Relief washed over him, and he

Cordelia was at the door, then who was

wrinkling his nose in distaste and retreating. Merry realized then

care about the opinions of those. who didn’t matter to her. But Bland wasn’t just

hurriedly stepped back.

went off in the distance. A reporter was

sly grin as he

carried none of that cutesiness without any

in rumors. The last thing he needed was more scandalous photos. Now that he was exposed, the best course of action was to make

his hat down further, Bland concealed most of his face. With a final glance at

Flame Union. They exchanged looks until

laughter, mimicking Merry’s voice,

Merry was dumbfounded

she just called her idol? She

before he saw me! My idol must think fin nuts. How could I just blurt out ‘honey‘ like that? It

Cordelia was speechless.

I should bail? I can’t face him now, she whined, then remembered the pencil case that had hit her

Merry declared, “I’m going to cherish

follow the twisted logic of a die–hard

to leave for her audition and was

skipped the next class. Cordelia, having nothing better

makeup. Without proper remover, she scrubbed her face multiple times with facial wash, revealing her fair complexion beneath the

striking presence. She peered into the mirror at the unfamiliar yet

he paused, always feeling a pang of pity for this student. Not wanting her to feel bad, he explained, “Cordelia, about the audition… I was going to recommend you, but it requires someone who can play the piano. Don’t take it to heart, okay?”