Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 239

The atmosphere in the gaming house was electric, charged with frustration and anger. Karl was dropping F-bombs like it was going out of style, while Clay had clenched his jaw so tight you'd think he was trying to crush diamonds.

"Stay in your lane, I've got mid," Waller snapped, his patience frayed to breaking point.

Floyd, the ever-aggressive player, was drawing enemies to the mid lane like moths to a flame, turning every encounter into a desperate fight for survival.

After another defeat, Waller's hand was throbbing so intensely his face turned pale, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. "Ice," he managed to gasp out.

The coach, ever ready, rushed to provide some relief with an ice pack before Waller was thrust back into the fray.

But time, as always, was a cruel master. Waller was back in the game before he knew it, his hand shaking so badly he could barely click the mouse, let alone manage the keyboard.

Cordelia watched from behind, her heart going out to him. Initially, she had come to the club out of mere curiosity, somewhat put off by Karl's brusqueness. Yet, witnessing Waller's determination and the team's camaraderie in trying to protect him, even going so far as to divert enemy attention away from him, she couldn't help but feel moved.

Floyd was now boldly inviting aggression in the enemy jungle, while Wade arrogantly suggested they focus on mid lane, claiming Waller was on the brink of collapse.

with surgical steel, ached unbearably, his wrist swelling visibly. The doctor had limited him to two hours of gaming a day, and he was already over time. This game could

as he failed to execute a crucial move, his character falling once again in the virtual

voice broke the tense silence, "we can't

the verge of tears himself, echoed the sentiment.

back down. Floyd suggested Waller stay

response was fierce, despite the

Waller's character was resected

barely move, he positioned himself beside his teammates, ready to

fell on deaf ears as the enemy team bypassed him,

battle

to assist

by one. The enemy encircled him, their taunts cutting deeper than any

reached out, taking control of the mouse. "Let me," Cordelia said, her voice calm

was clear,

up for a teammate who had given his all. In that moment, EW Club was more than a team; they were a family, fighting not just for victory, but for each