Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 91

Everard’s touch was light and fleeting like a whisper against her skin.

Cordella felt the soft, cool press of his lips linger in her mind….

As she pondered that sensation, he leaned in close, his breath a low sigh by her ear, “Girl, when will you finally grow up?”

What was the point of growing up? She wanted to ask the question aloud, but before she could, her eyes snapped open.

The first thing she saw was the crystal chandelier overhead, followed by the violet drapes. Dawn had broken, the light filtering through the curtains reassured her she was still in her own bedroom.

It took a full five seconds for Cordelia to shake off her daze. Strange, she thought, to have such a dream again. She took a deep breath and glanced at the clock. It was already past six.

Up early, she briefly reviewed her literature notes before heading downstairs, grabbing breakfast on her way to Midnight Scent. That’s when Sanderson descended the staircase.

Rachel, who had been waiting anxiously on the couch, stood up, “Sanderson, Jimmy called first thing, pressing us about investing. If our family’s cash flow were in a better state, he would’ve swooped up the entire deal himself!”

Sanderson adjusted his suit, his face all business as he regarded Rachel, “A rate that doubles in a short period is beyond normal business practices. You should advise Jimmy to proceed with caution.”

Rachel soured her expression.

After Sanderson left, she dialed Jimmy, “Are you sure this deal is solid? Sanderson mentioned risks and Suggested you be careful.”

Jimmy scoffed, “The project is something Greenmeadow’s government has been eyeing for a while. It’s all about connections. I’ve got people who saw Calvert schmoozing with the Griffin family, with Hackett himself seeing Calvert out. In Greenmeadow, if Hackett shows that kind of respect, do you think there’s a problem?”

Rachel was persuaded, “But do we have enough funds?”

Jimmy snorted, “Sanderson is a fool for passing this up. I plan to take the whole pie.”

At his words, Rachel lit up her eyes. She said, “Jimmy, I’ve got some savings. Invest it for me.”

Cordelia paid no mind to these machinations, arriving at Midnight Scent with breakfast in tow.

usual, was in his black hoodie, shrouded in the dim light behind the counter, book

aloof, rarely engaging with Calvert beyond necessity. Why was

more she observed, the more enigmatic

handed the breakfast to Little Fang, the three of them began to eat. Cordelia’s gaze occasionally drifted

from yesterday seemed so

Cordelia looked up to find Everard pushing the drink into her

she replied, “Just

her words, feeling an icy chill of menace emanating from

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He swallowed

“Shouldn’t someone be

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more biscuits and milk, Calvert scurried to the counter. When he noticed Cordelia’s gaze following him, he shrank back to hide behind the cash

with Everard, Cordelia had no choice but to focus on… the biscuits. As she nibbled thoughtfully, a sudden question arose,

he answered with a hint of tease, “Vanilla.

and

him a jerk for tampering with dreams, he’d teased her that her

lips, thin but well–defined, hinting at a certain resilience.

handed him a napkin, commanding, “Clean your mouth.”

just in time to see his boss, usually the

his hand, set it down, and dutifully cleaned

the distance between them,

froze, unable

her dream, yet more tangible, soft like jelly. Instinctively, she tasted it

contact was

pulling

of a rogue who had just

Everard in reality… Having kissed Everard, she hoped

her drink, a sense of contentment warming her chest. Then, grabbing her backpack without a