Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 49

A soft chuckle from Everard broke the silence in the Midnight Scent.

He set aside the book he was holding, his deep eyes twinkling mischievously. "What were you dreaming about, girl?" he asked with a hint of amusement.

Cordelia's cheeks flushed at the question.

In her dream, she had not only touched him but also...

Normally unperturbed, Cordelia seemed slightly flustered at that moment. For the first time, she cursed her uncanny memory, which replayed every vivid detail of the dream.

Even the sensation of his abs felt unbelievably real.

The usual indifference in Cordelia's eyes seemed to shatter as she glared at Everard and snapped, "Bastard!"

It was only the second time Everard had seen her so mad. Her smooth cheeks puffed up in anger, and he must suppress the urge to poke them, imagining how satisfying it would feel.

But that would probably make her even angrier.

Curbing his impulse, Everard leaned back casually, his smile unfolding, not a light chuckle or a low laugh this time, but a full-blown grin. His sharp features softened with joy, and the deep sound of his laughter tickled her heart.

Then, Cordelia heard him take the blame. "My fault."

Was he responsible for her dream?

Before she could explode, he drawled, "There's an old saying, 'Daytime thoughts become nighttime dreams.'" His smile deepened as he continued, "It's my fault for not satisfying you, which led to such dreams."

Cordelia took a moment to process his words, and then she rolled her eyes at him.

The sound of a chair scraping against the floor signaled Everard's rise. At a towering six-foot-two, he stood a full head taller than Cordelia. He approached her with his lithe figure, leaning down to whisper, "I have a good idea to stop you from having that dream again."

Intrigued despite herself, Cordelia asked, "What's that?"

He chuckled low, his breath tickling her skin, and with a naughty tone, he suggested, "How about we make your dream a reality?"

Silence fell.

Two seconds later, Cordelia stepped back her right foot, her fist clenched, and threw a punch straight at his face!

Smack! Quick as it was, Everard caught her wrist with ease, raising an eyebrow. "If I lose my looks, I won't be the man of your dreams."

Amid their standoff, Calvert strolled in with breakfast. "Morning, early birds! What's up? Practicing some moves?"

The tension dissipated.

Cordelia withdrew her fist and, acting as if nothing had happened, bit into a muffin as if it were Everard. The softness reminded her of the dream, and she froze mid-bite.

Why did that dream keep haunting her?

For the rest of the day, Cordelia was as cold as ice, holding a grudge as if someone had pissed her off.