Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 38

Cordelia's face was taut with tension, a flurry of thoughts crossing her mind.

She stared at Everard, whose face was inches from hers, trying to decipher his intentions. What was he planning?

If she couldn't refuse Everard's demand, he could've easily made his move right after casting that bizarre "love or die" spell on her. He could be after her money or trying to seduce her.

Yet, he hadn't asked for anything significant in the past month. The most he'd done was to forcefully sell Cordelia some overpriced coffee beans and fleece her out of three hundred bucks.

But was he genuinely interested in a romantic relationship with her if he had no ulterior motive?

As Cordelia was deep in thought, Everard leaned closer, his deep voice tempting her. "Girl, close your eyes."

"No way!" No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than a sharp pain flared in her chest.

She took a deep breath, fury tinting her usually calm eyes, but ultimately, she closed them.

With her sight gone, her other senses seemed to heighten. She could feel Everard's breath drawing closer until it hovered before her face.

Her body tensed, detecting a kiss that landed on her eyelids. His lips felt soft and cold.

Cordelia clenched her fists.

As she felt she couldn't take it anymore, the kiss broke, and he stepped back with a low chuckle. "There, done."

Bastard!

When Cordelia's eyes snapped open, she stepped back and clenched her fists, readying the boxing stance Little Fang had taught her. She was about to kick when Everard stood unflinching, not even blinking.

But Cordelia's kick halted just two inches from him.

Chest pain flared again! Son of a gun!

Stubbornly, she withdrew her leg. As the pain subsided, she switched to punch, fast and fierce. Just as her fist was about to connect, he reached out.

Thud! Her punch landed squarely in the palm of his hand.

Cordelia had put all her strength into it, half-expecting to send this man flying. Yet he remained unmoved, catching her fist and gently pulling her into his embrace.

Everard's hand rested on the back of her head, patting it as if to soothe her, and he said with exasperation, "You'll feel it if you hurt me."

Cordelia was totally speechless.

As Cordelia started to struggle, she gradually calmed down. She wanted to say something, but Everard reminded her, "You're going to be late."

Realizing the truth in his words, Cordelia glanced at the clock. She had two minutes to spare.

She grabbed her backpack and sprinted toward the school.

With the speed of a sprinter, Cordelia arrived at the classroom door alongside her Literature teacher as the bell rang.

"Good morning," Cordelia greeted, about to enter when the teacher spoke, "Cordelia, you're excelling in all subjects except Literature, getting a B. It's mainly because of your essays. Can't you put a little more emotion into your writing?"

Cordelia looked puzzled, her large eyes filled with confusion. She thought she had been quite expressive!

Seeing her perplexed expression, the teacher gave an example. "Take the last essay, for instance. The theme was 'Autumn,' with one picture showing a farmer's bountiful harvest and another depicting a poor yield, emphasizing that effort doesn't always lead to success. You described the autumn scene in detail, and your prose is good but devoid of emotion. Can you imagine the joy of the farmer during the harvest?"