Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 117

Cordelia had been ready to fight tooth and nail, but when she realized that it was Everard who had grabbed her, an inexplicable calm washed over her. She was stunned by her own reaction.

There was a time when she found Everard dangerous, someone to steer clear of. But why did she now feel so safe in his presence?

As Cordella pondered the shift in her feelings, Everard suddenly dipped his head and captured her lips In a kiss. It was as if thunder had exploded next to her ear. Cordelia could feel an overwhelming force invading her

senses.

Everard’s kiss was fierce, a voracious claim on her breath, as he explored every inch of her mouth with urgency. The sweet scent of her, reminiscent of fresh strawberries, began to soothe his rage, and his movements gradually became tender and entwining.

He nibbled gently, his lips caressing and grazing hers as if he sought to capture every ounce of tenderness within her.

Cordelia’s body tingled, and her mind went blank. She forgot to struggle or resist, simply responding instinctively to him.

Time seemed to stand still, perhaps a moment, perhaps an eternity, until footsteps and Merry’s puzzled voice echoed from outside, “Didn’t Lia say she was coming up to see us? Where is she?”

That voice snapped Cordelia back to reality. Just as she prepared to push him away, his strong hand pressed against her back, pinning her against his chest.

Everard released her lips and, before she could voice her anger, a finger was placed against her lips as his deep voice teased her heartstrings, “Sweetheart, do you want them to know we’ve been kissing?”

Cordelia’s eyes widened, and she clamped her mouth shut in embarrassment and rage.

The storage room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a street lamp filtering through the small window. In this light, Everard could see the usually cool cheeks of Cordelia flushed a deep red.

Whether from embarrassment or anger, he couldn’t tell.

She was wearing a strapless evening gown, her hair cascading over her shoulders, offering him glimpses of her elegant, swan–like neck and delicate shoulders.

Everard felt his pulse quicken, a rush of blood he had to fight to contain, as he averted his

s gaze.

Cordelia was oblivious to his turmoil, focusing intently on the noises outside.

joined in, asking, “She’s

could Lia have gotten lost

“Doubt it,

round of mobile gaming, leaning casually against

block sound, Cordelia could clearly hear the game’s welcome

her breath.

found out she

Everard an angry look, and it was his fault, for dragging

1965

of what just happened dawned

before if he dared to kiss her, she’d sock him one. But why didn’t che feel the urge to hit him now? It must be because the

storage room was indeed small, so much so

dark space, her senses sharpened.

intense, making the room feel hot and stifling as if she was struggling to breathe. She gasped for air, but all she could smell was his

clutched her chest, feeling a

about “Love or Die“?

seeking his

was taken aback.

to subdue. His jaw clenched, his body tensed, and it seemed like the veins on his forehead were about to burst with the effort to remain still.

his, their fingers intertwined, and

in

were the game’s background music and character lines

get out soon, he would

a while, another game quote echoed, “I foresaw the beginning, but alas, I did not foresee this ending.”

The ending?

“Love or Die,” she and Everard would break

after his kiss, so

pecked Everard on the

the pain in

seemed to ease a little. Three

of emotion, and the tension within

voice was rough as he whispered, “Stop moving. Otherwise, your boyfriend is going to lose control.” In that instant, Cordelia’s usually slow emotional intelligence seemed