Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 

Everard’s touch was light and fleeting like a whisper against her skin. 

Cordella felt the soft, cool press of his lips linger in her mind…. 

As she pondered that sensation, he leaned in close, his breath a low sigh by her ear, “Girl, when will you finally grow up?” 

What was the point of growing up? She wanted to ask the question aloud, but before she could, her eyes snapped open. 

The first thing she saw was the crystal chandelier overhead, followed by the violet drapes. Dawn had broken, the light filtering through the curtains reassured her she was still in her own bedroom. 

It took a full five seconds for Cordelia to shake off her daze. Strange, she thought, to have such a dream again. She took a deep breath and glanced at the clock. It was already past six. 

Up early, she briefly reviewed her literature notes before heading downstairs, grabbing breakfast on her way to Midnight Scent. That’s when Sanderson descended the staircase. 

Rachel, who had been waiting anxiously on the couch, stood up, “Sanderson, Jimmy called first thing, pressing us about investing. If our family’s cash flow were in a better state, he would’ve swooped up the entire deal himself!” 

Sanderson adjusted his suit, his face all business as he regarded Rachel, “A rate that doubles in a short period is beyond normal business practices. You should advise Jimmy to proceed with caution.” 

Rachel soured her expression. 

After Sanderson left, she dialed Jimmy, “Are you sure this deal is solid? Sanderson mentioned risks and Suggested you be careful.” 

Jimmy scoffed, “The project is something Greenmeadow’s government has been eyeing for a while. It’s all about connections. I’ve got people who saw Calvert schmoozing with the Griffin family, with Hackett himself seeing Calvert out. In Greenmeadow, if Hackett shows that kind of respect, do you think there’s a problem?” 

Rachel was persuaded, “But do we have enough funds?” 

Jimmy snorted, “Sanderson is a fool for passing this up. I plan to take the whole pie.” 

At his words, Rachel lit up her eyes. She said, “Jimmy, I’ve got some savings. Invest it for me.” 

Cordelia paid no mind to these machinations, arriving at Midnight Scent with breakfast in tow. 

Everard, as usual, was in his black hoodie, shrouded in the dim light behind the counter, book in hand. Cordelia noted the title. It was no longer The Bible, but TIMES today. 

Everard might spout flowery talk, but he was aloof, rarely engaging with Calvert beyond necessity. Why was such a man delving into books about spiritual tranquility? 

The more she observed, the more enigmatic he seemed. 

As she handed the breakfast to Little Fang, the three of them began to eat. Cordelia’s gaze occasionally drifted to Little Fang, whose eyes sparkled with delight at the meal. 

Calvert from yesterday seemed so unsettling. 

Suddenly, a glass of soy milk appeared before her. Cordelia looked up to find Everard pushing the drink into her hands, his inquiry casual, “Girl, what are you looking at?” 

“Uh,” she replied, “Just Calvert.” 

Calvert, who was munching on a biscuit, froze at her words, feeling an icy chill of menace emanating from 

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Everard. He swallowed nervously. 

Everard’s voice was leisurely, “Shouldn’t someone be behind the counter during breakfast?” 

Calvert sprang up, “Right, I can’t leave the counter unattended. I’ll handle any sales.” 

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Grabbing a couple more biscuits and milk, Calvert scurried to the counter. When he noticed Cordelia’s gaze following him, he shrank back to hide behind the cash register. 

Now alone with Everard, Cordelia had no choice but to focus on… the biscuits. As she nibbled thoughtfully, a sudden question arose, and she looked up to ask, “What scent is your body wash?” 

“Everard paused, his eyes leisurely drifting over her before he answered with a hint of tease, “Vanilla. Why do you ask?” 

His gaze felt too intense, and Cordelia shifted uncomfortably, “No reason.” 

The last time she’d called him a jerk for tampering with dreams, he’d teased her that her nighttime dreams were reflections of what she missed in reality. 

Cordelia’s eyes wandered to Everard’s lips, thin but well–defined, hinting at a certain resilience. 

Out of the blue, she handed him a napkin, commanding, “Clean your mouth.” 

Calvert peeked from behind the counter, just in time to see his boss, usually the one giving orders, comply with the unexpected request. 

Everard looked at the half–eaten biscuit in his hand, set it down, and dutifully cleaned his lips, “What’s up?” 

In the next moment, Cordelia stood, closed the distance between them, and pressed her soft lips to his. 

Everard froze, unable to react. 

The kiss was a fleeting echo of her dream, yet more tangible, soft like jelly. Instinctively, she tasted it with the tip of her tongue. 

The contact was brief. 

Before Everard could comprehend what had happened, she was pulling away, her voice tinged with confusion, “Not sweet.” 

Cordelia, with the impish satisfaction of a rogue who had just flirted outrageously, picked up her milk and took another sip. 

Was she missing Everard in reality… Having kissed Everard, she hoped to be rid of those dreams now. 

With a kiss in lieu of a handshake, she downed the rest of her drink, a sense of contentment warming her chest. Then, grabbing her backpack without a backward glance, she walked out of Midnight Scent. 

Everard stood there, dumbfounded, as a playful smirk curved his lips. He reached out a tentative finger, barely grazing the lips that had just been kissed. The next moment, a low chuckle escaped him,