Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 83

hapter 83 

The silence that followed Merry’s outburst was eerie. 

Cordelia looked on, completely baffled, wondering what Merry was rambling about. 

Even Bland, usually so composed, seemed stunned. His expression was frozen, and the mole under his eye seemed to betray his surprise. After a five–second pause, as Merry started to regret her words, Bland smiled. “Or, you want to help me with that?” 

Cordelia was speechless. 

Merry’s eyes widened in shock, her mind screaming. “Oh my god! Oh my god, my idol noticed me. My idol spoke to mell” She was flustered and stuttered, “I, I, I can’t help you!” 

Cordelia gave up on her, sidestepping into the restroom and leaving the two alone. 

Bland eyed Merry. “Not going?” 

Merry gazed at him dreamily. “I can hold it!” 

She didn’t care about the bathroom! Going to the restroom was nothing compared to staring at her idol, 

Bland finally couldn’t keep a straight face, and his lips twitched. “Go on. Don’t hurt yourself holding it in.” 

Oblivious to the bizarreness of the conversation, Merry blurted out, “Then, honey, are you going, too?” 

Bland nodded. “Yeah.” 

Merry’s heart fluttered. “You can do it!” 

Bland’s fine features suddenly relaxed into a smile, his charm glowing in the dim light outside the restroom, “Add my contact?” 

Merry was stupefied, unable to believe that her idol had just made such a proposall 

But then she saw Bland pulling out his phone, opening the app, and asking, “Okay?” 

Merry felt like she was losing her mind. After adding her idol on WhatsApp, she was still in a daze as Bland tapped on his phone, raising an eyebrow. “If you run into trouble, or if Lia has any issues, just message me.” 

With that, he headed into the restroom. 

Merry had lost herself. She clutched her phone, on the verge of shrieking with excitement. 

She got her idol’s contact! 

“Squee, I’m dying!” 

When Cordelia emerged from the restroom, she found Merry staring at her phone with a lovestruck look. almost drool–worthy. 

Cordelia glanced over and saw Merry was browsing through Bland’s social feed. 

As she approached, Merry snapped out of it. “Why hasn’t Bland come out yet? He couldn’t possibly be having some sort of urinary issue, could he?” 

Bland, who had been hiding in the restroom waiting for Cordella to leave, was bewildered. 

Merry continued to speculate wildly. “Or, maybe he’s got the runs?” 

Cordelia turned to leave. With Jonging eyes toward the men’s restroom, Merry hesitated before following Cordelia. “Lia, do you think Bland caught a chill? He’s been in there so long. He’s not avoiding me, is he?” 

Her voice trailed off until it was gone, and only then did Bland step out, sighing with resignation. He picked up his phone and messaged Nolnterruptions in the Pioneers Group. 

On the internet, Bland’s tone was very different from in real life, soft and cute. [Boss, I must confess something! Lia is incredible. She got picked by the director for a cameo in my TV show. The character she plays is just someone I’m secretly crushing on, but she’s always just out of reach. Boss, you’re cool with that, right?] 

In the Midnight Scent, Everard’s mood darkened as he saw the forum post forwarded by Calvert. 

Staring at the avatar of someone in Pioneers Group, his deep eyes shimmered with a chill. Just then, ho received Bland’s message. 

After reading the text, Everard’s lips curved slightly, and he leisurely typed a few words in response. 

After sending the message, Bland waited anxiously for a reply. When none came, he headed toward the classroom. 

Just as he reached the door, his phone buzzed. 

Nolnterruptions replied, I don’t mind.] 

Bland felt like he’d just been granted a reprieve, but came the second message, saying. [But stay away from her.] 

Bland got nervous again. 

About to enter the music room, Bland halted at the door and then turned to leave. 

His manager asked, “What’s wrong, Bland?” 

Bland responded, “The shoot’s wrapped up. Why stick around? Let’s go!” 

He felt his days would be numbered if he didn’t rush to leave! 

Cordelia hoisted her backpack inside the music room, her hair cascading down as she hadn’t a comb to tie it back. Instead, she casually pressed a white cap over her head, the soft locks spilling down her back. 

The extras from the first–year class lingered, curious to see what would happen. 

Hanley was there, too, his gaze fixed on Cordelia, not bothering to hide his intent. Suddenly, he wanted to speak, to say something as he approached, but as Hanley did, Cordelia turned and walked away, ignoring him as if he didn’t exist. 

Her long hair brushed against his hand as she passed, leaving a silken sensation, and he stood paralyzed. realizing for the first time the gulf between them. 

She was supposed to be his fiancee. Had he not betrayed her or scorned her orphanage background, she probably wouldn’t have called off their engagement.