Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 296

Chapter 293

Cordelia stood silently, a flicker of discomfort crossing her face as Everard spoke. It was odd, considering she'd been on medication to suppress her "die-if-not-in-love" condition. It shouldn't be acting up now.

Without dwelling on it, she asked, "Where does it hurt? Should we head to the hospital?"

Everard shook his head, "No need. It's just a superficial wound. I've bandaged it and applied some ointment. It just hurts a lot."

Cordelia's eyes widened with urgency, "What do we do then?"

Everard replied slowly, "A kiss from you would make it all better."

Cordelia was puzzled, "Why?"

"You're my painkiller," Everard quipped.

Cordelia was taken aback. Even someone as dense as her should have caught the teasing tone, but she didn't. Given the bizarre events that seemed to follow her, the idea didn't seem too far-fetched. Maybe she really was Everard's painkiller?

So, she asked seriously, "Where should I kiss you?"

Everard was momentarily speechless. He'd only meant to flirt a bit, but Cordelia's innocence made him feel a bit guilty!

Even Bill, who had followed Everard, found it hard to watch. When had his boss become so shameless? And Cordelia, so naive to believe it? Standing by the door, Bill heard Everard say, "A peck on the forehead would help a little, but a proper kiss would take all the pain away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cordelia gently pushed him down into a chair. Now seated, he was slightly shorter than her. Cordelia leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.

were completing a task,

Everard was speechless.

earnestly asked,

keeping his cool, replied, "Yes, but the effect only lasts a day. I'll need a kiss daily until I'm fully

frowned, slightly

that, she walked over to the breakfast

the counter, touching his lips thoughtfully. The kiss felt bland to

was proving

set

Cordelia

"Boss, your germophobia be pretty severe if a

must be

needed to cure it."

Bill, he wouldn't have gotten his enemy's blood on him in the first

at all. The blood on his shoulder

for cleanliness, found himself oddly okay with it

keep a straight face, "It's not like we're acting in a

intrigued by the

He handed

study hall, and handed

distinctive red hair, looked worn out, likely still

told Cordelia, "If my bro texts you asking about me, don't mention

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