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.

behind the counter, book in hand. Cordelia noted the title. It

was aloof, rarely engaging with Calvert beyond necessity. Why

observed, the more enigmatic

eat. Cordelia’s gaze occasionally drifted to Little Fang, whose

from yesterday seemed

Cordelia looked up to find Everard pushing the drink into

she replied, “Just Calvert.”

who was munching on a biscuit, froze at her words, feeling

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swallowed nervously.

voice was leisurely, “Shouldn’t someone be behind the counter during breakfast?”

the counter unattended. I’ll

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the counter. When he noticed Cordelia’s

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

answered with a hint of tease, “Vanilla. Why

intense, and Cordelia shifted uncomfortably,

called him a jerk for tampering with dreams, he’d teased her that her nighttime dreams were reflections of

Everard’s lips, thin but well–defined,

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

in time to see his

the half–eaten biscuit in his hand, set it down, and

stood, closed the distance between them, and pressed her soft lips to his.

unable to react.

echo of her dream, yet more tangible, soft like jelly. Instinctively, she tasted it with the tip of

contact was brief.

pulling away, her voice tinged with confusion,

of a rogue who had just flirted outrageously, picked up her milk

in reality… Having kissed Everard, she hoped to be rid of those dreams now.

a kiss in lieu of a handshake, she downed the rest of her drink, a sense of contentment warming her chest. Then, grabbing her backpack without a backward glance, she walked