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.

down his fork and, on impulse, grabbed his phone and googled, “What do couples do when they’re dating?”

and Cordelia sensed something was off. Everard kept giving her these eager, expectant looks

over to a bicycle parked by the door, hopped on, and balanced it

him, puzzled.

didn’t look back, adding “I’ll give

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

she heard Everard’s low voice, “I’m good at

Good at what?

sat on the back of the bike when Everard

she swayed backward, her hands instinctively grabbed the hem of Everard’s

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hoodie, loose–fitting and casual Clutching it, she could make out the subtle

the breeze whisk past her ears. Before she could soak in the moment, they were already

the bike’s tires screeched against the pavement. Cordelia, propelled by momentum, toppled

from behind and thought, for a fleeting second. How perfect

was startled. After steadying herself, she realized his hoodie smelled of fresh laundry detergent, surprisingly pleasant.

the fabric, her palms could

“Stop thinking that.”

darting toward the school without a backward glance, muttering to herself, “To be or not to

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

She blushed.

to drown out her wandering thoughts.

of the day was language arts. The teacher entered early,

students protested, “Class hasn’t started

humble, using every moment to study, reciting the text on her

Cordelia was embarrassed.

delightful

head down, the heat only subsiding after two periods.