Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 15

"What?"

Calvert spat out his milk in disbelief. "You just said you wanted to buy what?"

Cordelia looked at him, confusion etched across her face. She had no clue why Little Fang was reacting so strongly, but she earnestly explained anyway, "The balloon I saw on the shelf on my first day here."

Balloon? That was clearly condoms...

Calvert tried to speak, but ended up choking on his words, coughing violently.

Cordelia shot a puzzled glance at Everard.

With his hands plunged deep in his pockets, Everard sauntered towards the counter before lazily taking a seat. Only then did he inquire, "You're getting that to play by yourself?"

Cordelia paused for a beat. "...Yeah."

Everard leaned back into the shadows of the shop, his voice laced with amusement, "Playing alone is no fun."

She pondered for a moment, "True, I'll buy it and leave it here then. We can play together some other time."

"Eh!" Just as Calvert took a sip of water to calm his cough, he sprayed it out again.

Cordelia sensed something was off. She was about to ask Little Fang what got him so worked up when the tapping of fingers on the countertop interrupted them, followed by Everard's tempting, "Girl, you're about to be late."

Hearing it, Cordelia glanced at the clock in the shop and realized she had five minutes before the bell rang.

She grabbed her backpack and dashed out, "I gotta run!"

Calvert watched her leave, then slowly turned to his boss, only to find Everard engrossed in a book, perfectly camouflaged in the dim corner.

Calvert approached the counter, leaning against it. "Boss, when are you heading back?"

Everard replied nonchalantly, "We'll see."

Calvert nodded, "By the way, I went to Mr. Griffin's to pick up some coffee beans yesterday. He subtly asked about your whereabouts, and today he messaged again, inquiring what you needed the coffee beans for. What should I say?"

After a moment of silence, Everard chuckled, "An engagement present."

"An engagement present?" Calvert was bewildered but quickly grew excited.

If Mr. Griffin found out that the boss, a bachelor for twenty-five years, now had a fiancée right here in Greenmeadow, his reaction would be priceless.

After sending the message, Calvert reached for the hundred-dollar bill Cordelia had left on the table, intending to pocket it when he heard the familiar tapping of Everard's fingers.

Stiffening, he turned to see Everard's gaze on him. He subconsciously handed over the bill. Everard opened his wallet, placing the hundred with the two hundred from the previous day before returning to his book.

Calvert was speechless.

During the break between classes, Cordelia, having diligently completed her exercises, rushed to tackle the Olympiad problems Latham had set for her.

Suddenly, the classroom was filled with sharp intakes of breath, followed by a hushed silence.

Cordelia didn't pay it much mind until someone pulled the chair in front of her, bumping her desk as they sat down. She glanced up lazily.

Then Merry’s hair caught her eye.