Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 204

Yates pulled out his chair and sat back down, drawing the attention of Merry and Cordelia. He slowly said, "Well, I'm thinking of hitting the town, seeing what's happening."

After he finished speaking, he looked down and began fiddling with his phone. Merry cast a hopeful glance at Floyd. Yates's hint was clear—he wanted to check out the scene but hadn't decided on a club yet. Wasn't it obvious he was waiting for Floyd to invite him?

Yet Floyd kept his head down, saying nothing.

An awkward silence filled the room. Yates's hands slowed on his phone, his eyes glued to the screen but not reading a single word. His peripheral vision never left Floyd.

Finally, Floyd broke the silence, "Are you all done eating?"

Cordelia, sensing the tension, quickly replied, "Yes, I'm full."

Floyd nodded, "Alright, let's get you all home."

At that, Yates stood up abruptly, the screech of his chair cutting through the silence. His eyes bore into Floyd, but Floyd kept looking at Cordelia, "Lia, if you need anything while you're in Ontoky City, just let me know."

Cordelia hesitated, "Oh, sure."

Seeing that Floyd still wasn't going to extend an invitation, Yates suddenly grabbed the beer he had brought, downed it in one go, and smashed the bottle on the floor. The shattering glass echoed as he stormed out.

Outside, Floyd’s car was waiting in the parking lot. After a brief discussion, it was decided Floyd would drop Merry at Bland's apartment on his way back to the club. Yates would take Cordelia, and Everard said, "I'll drop you at the academy, then catch a cab."

The sleek Griffin family car pulled up. Floyd seemed like he wanted to say something, but Yates was already bending into the vehicle.

Standing by the car, Cordelia glanced at the dimly lit Little Flame, then at Floyd, before asking, "Little Flame, after you drop me off, where will you go?"

Yates, despite his frustration, didn't let it show towards Cordelia. He looked out the window, showing only the back of his head, and muttered, "Home."

Cordelia gave a puzzled, "Hmm?"

Yates clarified, "The two drivers will take turns driving back tonight. It won't make a difference to me."

Cordelia nodded, accepting his answer, while Floyd remained silent.

As they split up, Cordelia and Everard got into their designated rides. When Cordelia arrived at the Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp, she, with luggage in hand, bid farewell to Yates and Everard at the gate, given the camp's policy against parental drop-offs.

Yates looked a bit worse for wear, his face unusually pale.

"Are you okay?" Cordelia asked with concern.

"I'm fine," Yates assured her.