Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 202

Before he could finish, Yates suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Floyd by the collar in a swift motion.

Floyd, always the epitome of grace and gentility, towered slightly over Yates. Being two years his senior, his build was more robust.

Yet, he didn’t retaliate. Instead, he let Yates push him until his back slammed against the wall with a loud "thud!"

As his back hit the wall, Yates swung a fist at him, yelling, "What right do you have to bring up the past!"

Floyd could have dodged it.

He might look slim, but he was far from frail. However, he chose not to, waiting for Yates's blow to land on his face, thinking it might be good to let him vent.

But—

Just as the punch was about to connect, Yates suddenly redirected his fist, smashing it into the wall beside Floyd's face with a resounding "bang!"

Floyd blinked in surprise.

The corridor fell into an eerie silence, so quiet you could hear their heartbeats.

Yates and Floyd stood close, the heat of Yates's angry breath brushing against Floyd’s face.

Floyd looked at him, seeing no longer the boy who used to follow him around, calling him "brother" years ago.

Floyd lowered his gaze, "Yatesy, you've grown taller."

Yates's anger seemed to dissipate with that punch. Hearing Floyd, he sullenly lowered his head, but before he could respond, the door to the private room burst open, and Merry rushed out.

She was holding her phone, looking somewhat anxious, but the sight that greeted her—the two men standing so close—left her utterly baffled.

Merry's eyes widened, pointing first at Floyd, then at Yates, stammering, "You, you two... what’s going on here?"

Yates glanced at her impatiently, pushing Floyd against the wall again as he let go of his collar, making him stumble back.

As Yates turned to leave, Floyd sharply inhaled in pain, "Ah," making Yates halt and look back to see Floyd rubbing his shoulder, saying, "Yatesy, you hurt me."

Merry: ???

As an avid fan of romance, her mind was already spinning tales—ahem, stories!

Seeing Floyd's calm demeanor, Yates knew he was exaggerating and headed towards the bathroom without another word.

Once Yates was gone, Floyd's expression sobered, and he began to sweat, rubbing his shoulder.

Merry, concerned, asked, "Are you okay? Yates didn’t mean it."

Floyd gave a wry smile, "Even if he did, it's fair. I hurt him back in the day; it's only right he gets to hurt me now."

Merry: ???

Damn it!

Can you not speak so ambiguously!

Anyone would think something happened between you two!

Merry was about to say more when Floyd gestured to her phone, "Aren't you going to answer that?"

Only then did Merry remember her husband had called. Excited, she moved aside, "Hey, honey!"

Bland Sullivan’s voice came through, "Have you arrived? Why didn’t you contact me? I can arrange a welcoming dinner tonight."

Just hearing his voice made Merry melt, "Someone already invited us out. Aren’t you busy filming?"