Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 98

Larry froze, his brows creased in confusion. “Wasn’t it you who said to ask Mr. Kermit to drop Cordelia off?”

Kermit doing the drop–off?

A shadow passed over Sanderson, a storm brewing behind his eyes. Why on earth would Kermit be the one to take Cordelia to school?

His mind raced back to the previous evening at the Delaney family’s dinner party, where Rachel had dropped some cryptic remarks. Pieces of a disquieting puzzle started clicking into place as he considered Kermit’s character. A sudden realization hit him, and he spun on his heel, storming back into the living room.

Cordelia, her backpack slung over her shoulders, was surveying the cozy little cottage that was now her home.

With only two servants in the household, both of whom had followed them from the Delaney family, Fiona was currently bustling about the kitchen, whipping up some breakfast. The house was modest, each floor spanning a little over a thousand square feet, with the ground hosting the living room, dining area, and servants‘

quarters.

Their bedrooms were on the second floor. Cordelia’s room was good in light at the sunny side, boasting an en suite bathroom and a walk–in closet about a hundred square feet in size. It was a step up from her previous room at the Delaney family, decorated with more finesse and warmth.

Her bed–sheet was delicate blush pink, and the curtains a soft lilac. But what delighted her most was the large white desk, sprawling along one wall. All her study materials were already neatly arranged on it. Lorna, catching the gleam in Cordelia’s eye, couldn’t help but sigh softly to herself.

Other girls fawned over pretty dresses, yet Cordelia was won over by textbooks?

Shaking her head, Lorna spoke up. “Lia, I organized your room just the way you like it, with all your books and materials in the order you had them at the Delaney family. Everything in place?”

Her meticulous touch left nothing amiss.

Then Lorna smiled, a playful glint in her eye. “Tomorrow, after school, I’ll pick you up and we can go shopping for some clothes. Your closet is far too empty.”

Since their return to the Delaney family, Lorna had been swamped with managing the household under Laurinda’s watchful eye and had only managed to snag a few outfits for Cordelia. Each time she saw Juliana’s overflowing wardrobe, a pang of longing struck her. She had promised herself that once they moved, she’d fill Lia’s closet to the brim!

playfully. “No arguments! Besides, didn’t you win a scholarship? Shouldn’t you treat your classmates to a little something? I’ll take you shopping tomorrow.”

evident. Yet, if Lorna suggested it, she hesitantly nodded

from head to toe. Seeing she was. unharmed, he demanded, “Lia, where did Kermit take you

the type to keep to herself unless asked about something. Having grown up in an orphanage, watching friends leave one by one, she had learned to tackle problems alone,

she answered simply. “We went to have breakfast

sea of worry and anger. His voice trembled with tension, “You’re okay,

her head, ‘I’m

didn’t subside. He stormed down the stairs, forgoing his coat,

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headed out the

demanding. “Where are

didn’t reply, only saying, “Go ahead and eat dinner, don’t wait

reddened her eyes. She didn’t blame Cordelia for not immediately telling them about the incident, but she was swamped

face any trouble, remember to tell me

Cordelia nodded.

grim and a blood–stained white shirt. He hid his hands in his pockets but managed a smile.

It

true to her word, waiting with Larry to pick

was never fond of crowded places, but she followed Lorna to Greenmeadow’s most luxurious shopping center, Platinum

for the high–end luxury goods, a mecca for the elite of Greenmeadow. But Lorna, more of a homebody, rarely crossed paths

inquired, “Which classmates are you close with?

on her fingers, “Sass Queen, Little Flame, Little Fang,

What kind of

and asked, “Which one’s your boyfriend in that

realizing she had forgotten about

twitched in amusement, suddenly feeling at pang of sympathy for that poor boy who