Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 148

Calvert was the kind of guy who talked a big game about being scared, but everyone knew he was all bark and no bite, Skyler, on the other hand, was different. He’d always be like, “Man, I’m freaking out here, right before he’d dash headlong into the fray.

Wasn’t there a hint of sarcasm in his last remark? Was Skyler implying that things were moving too slowly?

Everard thought it would be insane to rush Cordelia, given her young age.

Everard glanced over with a cool gaze, taking a bite of his burger as he said, “You might think it’s slow, but Cordelia thinks I’m moving fast, and that’s all that matters.”

Skyler was speechless.

Everard was showing off!

Everard continued, unfazed, “Besides, you want to speed things up, but can you even? You don’t even have a date, man.”

Skyler thought he should never have gotten lippy, asking about Everard’s date.

Skyler felt speechless and calmed down after a moment.

He carried on, “Boss, you’re slipping. Just a breakfast with Lia, a little chitchat, and then you don’t see each other all day, no texts? You two don’t look like you’re in love.”

Everard didn’t respond, just coldly ordered, “Return that painting.”

Skyler pouted, “You had me dash off last night to get it, and now you’re sending me on another late–night return mission. You’re heartless, boss. I’m angry”

He grumbled, but his feet were already carrying him out the door.

Once he was gone, Everard’s gaze drifted to the door, where a young couple strolled past Midnight Scent, sharing an ice cream cone, the picture of love.

He couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, his relationship with Cordelia was missing that spark of romance, which was why she remained unmoved.

grabbed his phone and googled, “What do couples do when they’re

Everard kept giving her these eager, expectant looks over breakfast, and she couldn’t figure out what was up with

bicycle parked by the door, hopped on, and balanced it with his feet before gesturing to the seat behind

him,

adding “I’ll give you a ride

toward school, no more than a half–mile away. Did she really need a

low voice, “I’m good at this.”

Good at what?

over. She was still a little dazed as she sat on the back of the bike when Everard

further, the bike lurched forward. As she swayed backward, her hands instinctively grabbed the

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out the subtle lines of his back muscles under the fabric, a

pedaled fast, and Cordelia felt the breeze whisk past her ears. Before she

tires screeched against the pavement. Cordelia, propelled by momentum, toppled forward onto his back, her

from behind and

After steadying herself, she realized his hoodie smelled of fresh laundry detergent,

his waist was quite sexy. Through the fabric, her palms could

“Stop thinking

spread across her face, and she hastily hopped off the bike, darting toward the school without a backward glance, muttering to herself, “To be or not to be, that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer

to the sexy waist he had shown when he changed his clothes that she had seen so long ago.

She blushed.

voice grew louder, trying to drown

of the day was language arts. The teacher entered early, standing at the podium, “Quiet down. All you do is

“Class hasn’t started yet.

remains humble, using every moment to study, reciting the

Cordelia was embarrassed.

delightful misunderstanding.

burned as she kept her head down, the heat only subsiding after two periods. That was when she