Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 46

Cordelia froze, her eyes locked on the text message that had just lit up her phone screen.

Had she read that right?

While she lost herself in the bewilderment, a voice snapped her out. “Cordelia, you leaving? They’re about to lock up the auditorium.”

She stood up, looking a bit confused. “Yeah, I’m leaving.”

Clutching her textbooks, she slipped her phone into her pocket and exited the classroom.

Inside the Midnight Scent, Everard fixed his eyes on his phone, fixated on the last message he’d sent. [Calldear, and it’s yours to borrow.]

He still remembered the introduction when Cordelia joined the group chat. Stanton had called her Louie’s dear good friend.

There he was, lowering his guard, sweet–talking and cooing, and he hadn’t even managed to get her to add him on social media, and Louie just swooped in as ‘dear friend“?

How could a girl so casually call someone ‘dear“?

His finger tapped lightly on the table as he imagined her calling him dear in that soft, sweet voice. But why hadn’t she replied to his message yet?

Meanwhile, the group chat “Who exactly is this girl?” was blowing up.

Bland started. [Damn! What’s going on in here? Is Mr. Watkins flirting?]

Stanton typed. [Lia’s got guts, still no reply. Is she rejecting him? We’re witnessing a flirtation fail and might be doomed!]

The rest of the chat expressed their nervousness with shivering emojis.

Frankie added, [He’s been talking a lot lately, which is abnormal. Should someone warn the girl not to tick him off? I’m worried she might vanish from the chat by tomorrow!]

Stanton replied, I don’t dare.]

Bland echoed [Shere]

The rest texted. (Even less.]

So, the big shots in the group chat shook in their virtual boots, silently observing. Just as they were fretting for Cordelia, a new message popped up.

Louie broke the silence. She dare not call you dear. Perhaps Lia could respectfully see you as her teacher if you want to mentor.]

After reading this message, the chat went silent. Everyone was holding his breath, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of a battle between the big shots.

Patiently waiting for Cordelia’s reply. Everard was surprisingly fine about it. After all, his young friend was a bit slow to warm up.

He’d only waited about five minutes when a new message lit up the chat. But upon reading it, his eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, and he let out a sarcastic snort.

Was Louie trying to speak for her? Since when did he get to make decisions for Cordelia?

He was about to type a response when he suddenly paused.

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zu he hesitated another message appeared

Comune asked hould that work to leam Would you be my teacher

me

There that had been building in Everard dissipated instantly whh that message His stem face softened into a smile and long fingers tapped out a response (Day]

ater that Condela receveda prate message from Mr A–Round with all the study materials requested

Herleves it up as she saw it (Thank you Sir

By then, she had returned to the classroom Aher sending her reply, she slung her backpack over her shoulder,

But as she reached the door a message from Lamy popped up Miss Cordelia, Miss Julians insisted I take her hfirst. Hold on for a bit drop her off and then cfor you]

Coral frowned at the message. She had left early in the morning while Juliana was still asleep, taking the subway and bus to school

Juliana was a

ways slow sometimes deliberately dawdling for fifteen minutes. Cordelia was only five minutes. laner than usual and Juliane had already left.

Annoyed and not wanting to wait for Larry Cordelia decided to take a taxi, but as she was about to hail one, a topless blue sports car skidded to a stop before her

seats,

Yates pointed to the passenger seat. Lis, need a lift?”

e sure looked dashing behind the wheel

Without a second thought. Cordelia hopped in, eager to get hand dive into the materials to solve the mistery nagging at her.

ia, buckle up. Here we got Yates exclaimed, flooring the accelerator as they zipped away from the Midnight

Spent

Behind the counter. Everard glanced out the window just in tto see the passing car and its two occupants.

Enciming with the rebellious spint of their age, the redhead boy wildly grinned as he drove, catching the eyes of gris like friend who was practically glowing with excitement beside him.

his

They looked like a pair of youngsters in the throes of first love.

Everard’s eyes darkened

The drive from school to husually took Larry half an hour.

Yates did it in fifteen.

He sped to the Delaney Manor without slowing down.

Having lost a fight to Cordelia, he wanted to reclaim spride in another way.

The first ta girl was in a sports cat she would be thrilled and terrified.

With that thought, he pressed the gas pedal harder until they reached the Delaney family’s front gate. Only then did he slam on the brakes, skilfully spinning the steering wheel for a stylish drift that brought the car to a halt, kicking up a cloud of dust

After his show–off maneuver Yates turned to Cordelia with a smug look. “Lia, are you…”

He paused as his eyes met hers, bright and excited.

Cordelia was elated. That was so fast!”

She ran her hand along the car. “If only I could get my license and have a sports car like this. It would save her half an hour each day for more study timel

Lugging the idea with her, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and hopped out of the car, her footsteps. light as she entered the Delaney family’s gate.

Yates remained speechless, a blank expression on his face.

No sooner had Cordelia crossed the threshold of her hthan her phone chimed with a message. It was from Little Fang. [Did you ride hin a classmate’s convertible today?]

Cordelia responded at her own leisurely pace. [Yeah.]

Little Fang typed back. [Is that guy trying to hit on you?]

A wry smile played across Cordelia’s lips as she texted back. [What’s it to you?]

Everard was left puzzled as he looked at his phone.

About two minutes later, his phone pinged, indicating that Cordelia had received the files he had sent. Cordelia must have made it home.

She even took the initiative to send him a message.

LearnLover texted, [Sir, do you think convertibles are easy to learn to drive?]

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