Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 

Cordelia was utterly flustered. 

Lorna would clean her room every day. To avoid getting caught with the medicine Louie had given her, Cordelia had hidden it in her backpack. But now, she had been busted 

Everard pinched the bottle of pills, a smile playing on his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes, casting a somber mood over the room they dubbed Midnight Scent. 

Panic flickered in Cordelia’s beautiful eyes. She had a feeling that if Everard realized what the pills were for, he would be furious. 

Thinking quickly, she blurted out, “Vitamins.” 

After saying this, she reached out to snatch them back. She was quick, but Everard was quicker. As she leaned in, he pushed back in his chair, sliding away effortlessly. 

By the time Cordelia stood up to grab them, he had already unscrewed the cap, taken out a pill, and brought it to his nose for a sniff. Then he looked up at her. 

Maybe it was her imagination, but Cordelia could swear his gaze had turned colder, a complex storm brewing in his deep eyes, as unpredictable as the vast night sky. 

He must have figured it out. The thought made Cordelia freeze. 

Maybe it was time to tell the truth. 

She was about to speak when Everardlowered his gaze, masking the turbulence in his eyes, and his features softened in an instant. 

“Oh,” he sighed lightly, “vitamins, huh?” 

His voice was faint, hollow, tinged with melancholy and disappointment. 

He placed the pill back in the bottle, screwed the cap on, and handed it back to Cordelia. 

She was puzzled 

Looking down at the bottle in her hand and then back at Everard, he seemed almost wounded, like a had been abandoned by its owner, unwittingly tugging at her heartstrings. 

Did her actions truly hurt him to this extent? 

puppy that 

Cordelia slipped the bottle into her backpack and began to eat her breakfast sandwich, but as she took a bite, she heard another soft sigh from across the table. 

The sandwich suddenly lost its appeal. 

Looking up, she saw Everard, who usually fought her for the last bite of the sandwich, slumped in his chair, the image of dejection. 

Cordelia couldn’t help but offer him a sandwich, “why aren’t you eating?” 

He took the sandwich, his lean figure hunched over it. After a moment, he said, “Not hungry.” 

Cordelia looked at him, perplexed, and finally just acknowledged with an “Oh.” 

She quickly finished her breakfast. Taking Everard’s hand, she held it for a while until he finally spoke, “Is this enough?” 

Cordelia, who was about to let go and leave for class, was taken aback. 

She paused, then held on a bit longer, “…a little bit longer.” 

Everard chuckled, a sound more bitter than flirtatious. Cordelia’s heart tightened further. 

12.03 

When the time felt right, she let go of his hand and stood up, “Well, I should get to class. 

Everard nodded. “Yeah, off you go.” 

Cordelia slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked out, but after a few steps, she turned back. 

The light pouring in through the window made Midnight Scent bright, but a shadow seemed to hover around Everard. 

He appeared to live perpetually in the gloom. 

Cordelia watched him for a moment before leaving for school. The image of his disappointed face played on her mind. He must have recognized the pills but played ignorant to spare her feelings. And now he was so upset he couldn’t even eat? 

She felt guilty. Reaching into her pocket, she clenched the bottle of pills. 

From now on, she would take one every two… no, three days. Just enough to suppress a little. 

Meanwhile, the “distraught” Everard sat at the dining table, savoring the sandwich Cordelia had left behind. 

A bit cold, but still delicious. 

Opening a drawer, he pulled out a bottle of pills identical to Cordelia’s. 

Sighing, he knew he had to be the adult in the situation. 

He had prepared the same medicine for her, but it seemed someone else had beaten him to it. 

So, he played the weak one. Cordelia was straightforward, and force wouldn’t work on her, only tenderness. Judging by her reaction upon leaving, it seemed to have worked. 

But who had given her the pills? Louie? 

A flash of sharpness crossed Everard’s eyes. It seemed the group had been too idle lately. 

Cordelia had an art exhibit to attend with Lorna in the afternoon, so upon arriving at school, she first talked to Latham before returning to the classroom. 

As she entered, she noticed Merry acting furtively, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. Cordelia sat down, waiting for her to speak, but Merry remained silent. 

During Literature class, Cordelia caught Merry sneaking glances at her phone. 

Suddenly, Merry’s phone vibrated again. 

She saw a message from the platform moderator, “You’d better clear this up; it’s not looking good.” 

Merry’s face tensed. 

She hadn’t expected the short video she’d recorded the previous day to go viral. 

The uproar was because she had accidentally caught Lia’s hand in the shot. In the five–minute video, the comments were abuzz, 

-Wow, such a pretty hand! I’m a hand enthusiast, and I approve!