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.

dire. His shoulder, reinforced 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

Waller's eyes as he failed to execute a crucial move, his

Waller's voice broke the tense

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

team rallied, refusing to back down. Floyd suggested

continued, but Karl's response was fierce, despite the tears.

Waller's character was resected

move, he positioned himself beside

declared, though his words fell on deaf ears as the

battle raged, Waller

to assist

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

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

was clear,

given his all. In that moment, EW Club was more than a team; they