All Chapters of LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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CHAPTER 131: MORNING CONFUSION.

Gloss POV I woke up warm. Too warm. Too… held. For a few hazy seconds, I thought the resort’s blankets had come alive in the night and wrapped around me. My face was buried in something solid, warm, steady. My legs were tangled with something heavier than a duvet, and my arm rested across something firm, like a very expensive, very well-built pillow. Then the pillow shifted. My brain snapped awake so fast I nearly dislocated something. My eyes flew open, and I found myself lying half on top of Dream. My cheek was pressed against his chest, his bare chest, because at some point last night, the man had clearly lost respect for buttons and physics. His arm was around me, comfortably, like it had always belonged there. His other hand rested near my waist, fingers gently curled, like he’d been guarding me while unconscious. I froze. Completely. My heartbeat thudded loud enough to echo. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. I didn’t move. I didn’t even live anymore. This was a spiritu

Last Updated : 2025-12-22

CHAPTER 132: THE MEETING DISASTER.

Dream's POV Gloss would never admit it, but waking up with him tangled against me had done something to my mind. I could still feel the warmth of him on my chest long after he scrambled away and tried to pretend it meant nothing. He stuttered through excuses and blamed gravity, the mattress, the weather, the alignment of planets, anything but himself. I let him talk. It was easier than pointing out the obvious, which was that I had been the one holding him. We had no time to process any of it. The summit resumed early, and I slipped into work mode, pushing aside the way his hair had brushed my chin and the soft shock in his eyes when he realized how close we had been. Gloss followed me into the meeting hall, trying to act unaffected but failing miserably every time our shoulders brushed. The resort had turned its largest ballroom into a corporate battlefield. CEOs, board members and partners filled the room with their polished suits and strained smiles. The air smelled faintly of c

Last Updated : 2025-12-22

CHAPTER 133: SYSTEM UPGRADE.

Gloss POV The moment Adrian was dragged out of the conference hall, the entire atmosphere shifted. Investors loosened their ties, staff members whispered with relieved expressions, and the tension that had been hovering over the summit finally cracked. Dream stood beside me, posture straight, face composed, but I could tell from the way his shoulders dropped that he’d been holding the weight of that confrontation in silence. People gave him cautious nods, hesitant praise, relieved smiles. A few tried to approach him, thanking him for “clarifying the situation,” pretending like they hadn’t almost believed Adrian’s staged disaster. Dream ignored most of them. His only focus was stabilizing the last few minutes of the summit and escorting me out of the mess. I lingered close, not only because the room was filled with people who had probably printed lies about me last week, but also because my system, traitor that it was, kept blinking warnings and notifications like a billionaire’s ve

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

CHAPTER 134: THE CEO'S JEALOUSY.

Dream's POV I didn’t like the way Gloss walked into the office that morning. Not because he looked different, but because he looked… happy. Suspiciously happy. Suspiciously relaxed. Suspiciously at peace for someone who almost set the entire summit on fire the day before by diving into the mess Adrian created. He hummed. Gloss never hummed. He took his seat on the couch across from my desk, scrolling through his tablet, lips curled into this stupid soft smile that punched me directly in the chest. I tried to focus on my emails, but his smile kept dragging my attention away. I’d answer one message, glance at him, answer another, glance again. Before long, I wasn’t reading anything. I was watching him. Watching the way he pushed his hair back. Watching the way he bit his lip while typing. Watching the way he giggled at something the system probably whispered in his ear. And then my chest tightened, slowly, firmly, like an invisible hand was twisting something inside it. I w

Last Updated : 2025-12-23

CHAPTER 135: THE APOLOGY MISSION.

Gloss POV The moment Dream slammed his hand on the desk yesterday, something in me shifted. My pulse was still jogging from the memory, my brain replaying the possessive words like some insidious loop. Because you’re mine. I didn’t respond. I hadn’t responded. And today, my system decided to escalate things further. System Quest: “Make Dream apologize properly.” I froze mid-coffee stir. The mug trembled in my hand. Make him apologize properly? After everything he’d done? After slamming a desk, after acting like a jealous lunatic while I was just trying to exist in a normal office environment? Yeah, right. I scowled at the floating interface. “Nope. Absolutely not. This is ridiculous. I’m not doing it.” SYSTEM: Mission active. Affection potential high. Failure penalized. I muttered something unflattering under my breath, nearly choking on my drink. Affection potential? High? Was the system serious? Dream had already admitted he was mine, whatever that was supposed to mean, and n

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

CHAPTER 136: TROUBLE RETURNS.

Gloss POV I should have known peace never lasted long around Dream. Not with my system. Not with his temper. And definitely not with Adrian slithering around in the shadows like a snake who refused to stay stepped on. The morning had started too normally, dangerously normally. I came into the office early, coffee in hand, system humming like a lazy cat in the sun. The hallway lights weren’t flickering. Nobody was crying. No intern was running for their life. Even the air conditioner worked. My keyboard didn’t jam. My chair didn’t squeak like it was possessed. Everything was suspiciously perfect. I sat down, took a sip of coffee, and sighed. For once, I wasn’t jittery. I wasn’t panicking. I wasn’t plotting an escape route through the vents. Yesterday’s chaos had actually ended well, miraculously well. Dream had apologized. Not a half-hearted “fine, whatever” apology. A real one. Soft voice. Genuine eyes. Fingers that brushed my wrist like he needed to feel me breathe. A

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

CHAPTER 137: CAPTURED.

Gloss POV Adrian’s voice slid into the air like a blade dipped in oil. “I didn’t expect to catch you snooping.” My breath locked in my chest. My pulse hit my ears in fast, sharp beats. The archive room felt smaller, tighter, darker. All that cold metal and dim light wrapped around us like walls pressing in. I straightened slowly, trying not to show the shake crawling into my hands. I wasn’t afraid of Adrian, not truly. I was afraid of what he represented. Manipulation. Schemes. The kind of chaos Dream had spent months trying to carve out of the company. The kind of chaos I had walked straight into like an idiot on a trapdoor. “Move,” I managed, though my voice didn’t sound like mine. “You’re blocking the exit.” Adrian smiled lazily. The kind of smile that pretended to be charming while hiding teeth. “That depends. Should I move because you asked, or because you’re panicking and want to run?” I clenched my fists. “I’m not panicking.” “You’re shaking.” I cursed myself silently

Last Updated : 2025-12-27

CHAPTER 138: BROKEN TRUST.

Dream's POV The air in the archive room felt colder after Adrian let that smug smile carve itself across his face. He held his cheek where Gloss had slapped him, still leaning toward him as if he wanted more attention. I stood in the doorway, frozen, the sight hitting me harder than I expected. I had walked in on chaos before, but this moment felt different. This one felt personal. Adrian looked at me, then glanced at Gloss, then back again, like he had rehearsed the perfect way to twist the knife. The way he savored the tension made something sharp press against my ribs. The cold in my chest deepened, and I forced myself to take a step inside. “Dream,” Gloss whispered. One word, small but trembling. I knew him well enough to hear the strain in it. Gloss never sounded that way unless he felt attacked, cornered, or betrayed, and none of those were acceptable options to me right now. My jaw tightened as I scanned the room. A fallen stack of files. A thick silence. Gloss’s hand still

Last Updated : 2025-12-28

CHAPTER 139: SILENCE.

Gloss POV Silence settled on me like a second skin. The kind that clung tight and heavy, the kind that made it hard to breathe, the kind that followed me everywhere no matter how fast I walked through the halls. The system had gone quiet after the last alert. My phone had gone quiet too. Days passed the same way the lights in the building flicked on every morning, steady and predictable. No calls from Dream. No messages. Not a glance in the hallway. Not even a shadow brushing against mine when he walked past. It was like I had become invisible. The first day, I checked my phone every ten minutes. The second day, I stopped checking but still kept the sound on, hoping for anything. By the third day, I stopped hoping. I let the silence do whatever it wanted with me. I let it scrape at my chest. I let it sit in my throat. I let it echo in places that used to feel warm. Work became the only thing I had left to fill the space. So I worked. I woke up early. I ironed my shirt. I fixed

Last Updated : 2025-12-29

CHAPTER 140: THE APOLOGY.

Dream's POV The day felt heavier than any I had lived through. Executives brushed past me in the hall, printers hummed as if nothing in the world was broken, assistants whispered about quarterly projections, yet everything inside me felt stalled, silenced, hollowed out. Because for the first time since Gloss barged into my life like a storm wrapped in sarcasm, I couldn’t hear him. Not his footsteps. Not his breath. Not his laugh he pretended wasn’t a laugh. Not even the annoyed little click of his tongue when I pissed him off on purpose. Days had passed since I last saw him. Days since I barked at him, told him to get out, watched the betrayal on his face before the door slammed between us. Days since Adrian's staged theatrics poisoned the room and I let myself be fooled. Every morning, I walked into the office hoping he would be waiting with that stupid mission tablet, leaning against my desk with one raised eyebrow, as if silently daring me to impress him. Instead, all I go

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

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