Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 138

After his words, he held a piece of Black Forest cake to Cordella’s lips.

Cordelia eyed his fingers for a moment, questioning internally if he had washed his hands upon entering. Directly holding food with his hands, who knew how many germs there were?

As these thoughts flickered through her mind and she was about to inquire, her mouth barely opened before the cake was pushed into it.

The cloying sweetness flooded her mouth; the taste was indeed delightful. She bit into the piece, ready for another, when Everard directed the cake to his own lips and devoured the rest.

Cordelia was stunned and blurted out, “What are you doing?”

That was her cake!

Everard’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes narrowing slightly, “What’s the matter? We’ve already kissed, are you still shy about an indirect one?”

Cordelia was baffled, staring at him, not comprehending.

Nearby, Louie, upon hearing about the kiss, had a shadow pass over his eyes. He adjusted his glasses, a complex emotion flickering within.

Someone passed by, surprised, “Dr. Adams? I actually have a few questions to ask, if you have a moment?”

Louie nodded, “Of course.”

He casually walked off with the person, and once he was out of sight, Everard chuckled, ready to tease. Cordelia further, but Cordelia suddenly frowned, heading towards Lorna.

Fanny approached her, with a few onlookers hanging around, eavesdropping

spoke up, “We were college mates, and I’d hate to see you make a fool

champagne in her hand, her demeanor cool. “Thanks for the concern, but this is my

say more when a sharp voice cut through, “Your business? I knew it; you must be scheming to get my son to buy you some fame!”

everything we offer. Ever since

brows knitting together, speaking softly. “Mom, can we discuss this at home, please?”

public space,

woman made my son break away from

Laurinda ranted, onlookers began whispering among

embarrass yourself at the auction!”

a powerful background has it rough. No wonder

without a powerful family background, she doesn’t work, doesn’t

fists, trembling with rage but unable to speak.

Chapter 138

by the time she arrived, the crowd had dispersed. She could only smile and announce, “Alright, the auction is starting, please, everyone, take

up in the auction room, and attendees found their

the third row, awaiting the

a million, astonishingly sold for eight hundred thousand, at

in

soon

have an original piece by Mrs. Delaney titled ‘Lone Bluff, a work of grandeur and profound depth. The bidding

that, the painting was slowly unveiled on stage.

in the audience were art connoisseurs, and the recent altercation didn’t help. Although the painting appeared decent, silence filled the