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.

his black hoodie, shrouded in the dim light behind the counter, book in hand. Cordelia noted the title. It

talk, but he was aloof, rarely engaging with Calvert beyond necessity. Why was

observed, the more enigmatic

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

seemed so

pushing the drink into her hands, his inquiry casual, “Girl, what are

replied, “Just Calvert.”

munching on a biscuit, froze at her words, feeling an icy chill of menace emanating

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He swallowed nervously.

be behind

can’t leave the counter unattended. I’ll

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couple more biscuits and milk, Calvert scurried to the counter. When he noticed Cordelia’s gaze

the biscuits. As she nibbled thoughtfully, a sudden question arose, and she looked up

before he answered with a hint of tease, “Vanilla.

gaze felt too intense, and Cordelia

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

eyes wandered to Everard’s lips, thin but well–defined, hinting at a

him a napkin,

his boss, usually the one giving orders, comply with the

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

Cordelia stood, closed the distance between them, and pressed her soft

froze, unable

was a fleeting echo of her dream, yet more tangible, soft like jelly. Instinctively, she tasted

contact was brief.

happened, she was pulling away, her voice tinged

with the impish satisfaction of a rogue who had just flirted

Having kissed Everard, she hoped to be rid of those dreams

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