Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 214

Daisy's voice filled the room the moment she walked through the door, catching the attention of a new guy who had just entered. He paused in his tracks, his gaze landing on her.

Maybe it was his habit of pulling all-nighters, but the dark circles under his eyes were pronounced, giving him a perpetually sleep-deprived appearance.

"Hey, Zack, what's the hold-up?" one of his dorm mates nudged him from behind, breaking his trance.

Zack adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses and replied, "Thought I heard someone call my name just now."

"Who? Dreaming much? Desperate for a girlfriend, are you?"

"Shut up, man!"

They shared a laugh and continued towards the back of the classroom, where the atmosphere was quieter. This was a room filled with top achievers, where everyone naturally kept their voices low to avoid disturbing others.

As they passed by, Keen, who had just finished his lunch and packed away his meal prep box, cast a sidelong glance at Everard.

Boyfriend...

Keen had stumbled upon Cordelia's social media page once, featuring a photo of a couple holding hands. Curious, he'd followed Cordelia's school's community board and seen a candid shot of her boyfriend posted there.

The guy in front of him matched the photo he'd seen, but according to Cordelia's classmates, her boyfriend wasn't named Jack, nor was he a student. Apparently, a student had clarified that the man was Cordelia's sugar baby.

Keen frowned in thought. So, was this guy a fake?

He did look the part—handsome, capable of crafting a persuasive apology letter, seemingly Cordelia's type...

Keen decided to follow when Everard and his friend settled down, then approached them. "Hey, mind if I sit here?" he asked.

Jack blinked in surprise. "Sure!"

Despite their academic focus, keen to excel in math competitions for a shot at prestigious colleges, Keen's reputation preceded him. The idea of a top student wanting to sit with them was too good to pass up.

The classroom filled up quickly after lunch.

Students scattered to available seats, the layout too vast to maintain the morning's arrangements. It was an environment where the addition of one person went unnoticed.

After her meal, Cordelia tidied up and sat beside Everard, intrigued by his apology letter. "You're really good at this. How come?" she asked.

"Ah," Everard replied, his focus on the letter as if it were second nature, "wrote a lot of them as a kid."

Cordelia blinked, puzzled. Everard always seemed a bit aloof, yet in the company of Little Fang or Sanderson Delaney, he was nothing but composed.

Despite only being a café owner, there was an air about him that commanded respect. It was hard to imagine him as a child constantly in trouble.

Everard caught Cordelia's continued gaze and smiled. "As a kid, I was a bit of a terror. At first, my teachers would call my parents. Eventually, my dad got tired of it and told them to deal with me as they saw fit. They couldn't really hit me, so... I ended up writing a lot of apology letters."