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.

his wrist swelling visibly. The doctor had limited him to two hours of gaming a day, and

eyes as he failed to execute a crucial move, his character falling

voice broke the tense silence, "we

tears himself, echoed the sentiment. "Surrender? Never! It's not in EW Club's

Floyd suggested Waller stay

was fierce, despite the tears. "To hell with them!

Waller's character was resected

though he could- barely move, he positioned himself beside his teammates, ready to face the

fell on deaf ears as the enemy team

the battle

by, unable to

encircled him,

moment of despair, a slender hand reached out, taking control of the mouse. "Let me," Cordelia said,

was clear,

to stand up for a teammate who had given his all. In that moment, EW Club was more than a team; they were a