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.

in, asking, “She’s

“Yeah, could Lia have gotten lost

replied indifferently, “Doubt it, just wait.”

he started a round of mobile gaming, leaning casually against the wall by

door, which did little to block sound, Cordelia could

held her

found out she was hiding here, she’d never

it was his fault, for dragging her here, why did he

1965

realization of what just happened dawned

che feel the urge to hit him now? It must be because the storage

tiny space, and the storage room was indeed small, so much so that she was forced to press close to

space,

was 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 vanilla scent. In the quiet, she could hear

clutched her chest, feeling a tight

because of that curse about “Love or

around, seeking his hand in the darkness.

was taken

tensed, and it seemed like

their fingers intertwined, and she

in

only sounds were the game’s

get out soon, he would be the one burning up.

another game quote echoed, “I foresaw the beginning, but alas,

The ending?

that without the curse of “Love or Die,” she and Everard would break up, wouldn’t

better after his

and pecked

pain in her

ease a little. Three times, four times….

and the tension within him felt ready

it.” He cursed inwardly, then abruptly pulled her closer, resting his chin on her shoulder to avoid her kisses. His 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 to surge. She understood his meaning and froze, not daring to move