All Chapters of LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER 31: UNSPOKEN ALLIANCES.

Dream's POV The air in my father’s dining hall felt too clean, too still. The clinking of glasses and the chatter of relatives had faded into an uneasy quiet as everyone drifted to the back terrace for coffee. I remained behind for a moment, needing to breathe. Gloss’s laughter still lingered in my head, that reckless, unfiltered sound he let out when my aunt nearly choked on her own smugness. He’d handled my family as if he’d been trained for it, smiling, deflecting, mocking, all at once. And he enjoyed it. When I looked at him across the table earlier, he hadn’t seemed intimidated. He looked entertained, like this was just another game to him. Somehow, that irritated and intrigued me at the same time. I loosened the top button of my shirt, tugged at my cuffs, and glanced toward the glass doors that led to the terrace. Gloss was outside, leaning casually on the stone railing, talking to one of my cousins. He looked perfectly at ease among people who would have gladly torn him ap

CHAPTER 32: LATE-NIGHT HONESTY.

Gloss POV Back at the penthouse, the city was glowing beneath the glass walls like a field of restless stars. The hum of traffic below mixed with the faint tick of the wall clock, each second stretching longer than the last. Dream hadn’t said a word since we left his family mansion, and honestly, I couldn’t blame him. His jaw had been tight the whole ride back, his gaze fixed on the skyline as if he was memorizing every building to avoid looking at me. I could tell something was going on in his head, but as usual, he wasn’t going to hand me his thoughts easily. When we finally got inside, he loosened his tie, dropped his keys on the marble counter, and poured himself a glass of whiskey without offering me one. I stood by the couch, watching him. His reflection in the window looked sharp, tired, and entirely unreadable. He didn’t look like the man who’d almost laughed at brunch, or the one who’d smirked when I called his aunt “expensively rude.” He looked like someone carrying a we

CHAPTER 33: THE ALMOST CONFESSION.

Gloss POV The night felt long, stretching across the penthouse like a quiet secret. After his question, after those words that somehow hit deeper than they should, I didn’t know how to breathe right. Dream had asked me what I dreamed of, his tone low and heavy, and then walked away before I could form an answer. He went straight to his room, leaving me alone on the couch with the city lights spilling through the glass walls. I could see his reflection in the dark window for a moment before he vanished behind the door. For a while, I just sat there, motionless. The silence wasn’t empty; it was full of everything unsaid between us. The system’s soft hum returned in my head, glowing faintly. [Mission complete: Ask the CEO about his dreams.] [Reward: 50 experience points.] I should’ve felt good about that, but it didn’t feel like a win. Dream’s voice had carried something I didn’t expect, fatigue. It wasn’t the kind of tiredness that came from work; it was the kind that came from

CHAPTER 34: RIVAL CEO APPEARS.

Gloss POV The morning after our strange conversation felt quieter than usual. The air in the penthouse carried something unspoken, something almost delicate. Dream barely said a word through breakfast, though his silence wasn’t the cold kind I’d grown used to. It felt heavier, like his mind was somewhere between thought and denial. He’d said he’d buy the island. I’d laughed then, brushing it off, but the way he’d looked at me… it wasn’t a joke. The idea that he might actually do it haunted me. By the time we reached the office, the mood had shifted entirely. The building was alive with tension, the kind that came with a major corporate announcement. Assistants whispered in corners, executives hurried past, and I caught fragments of talk about “the partnership” and “the new arrival.” Dream walked ahead, unreadable as always. I followed, my eyes tracing the firm line of his shoulders beneath his tailored suit. If last night had cracked something open between us, this morning sealed

CHAPTER 35: JEALOUSY POINTS.

Gloss POV If silence could kill, I would have been buried, mourned, and reincarnated by noon. The moment Xiao Lang left Dream’s office, it was like someone had hit the mute button on the entire floor. The tension still clung to the air, heavy and invisible, the kind that didn’t fade even when the person causing it had long gone. Dream hadn’t said a single word to me since his threat to Xiso Lang, that ice-cold “Touch him again and I’ll destroy your company.” The system notification came the moment Xiao’s expensive cologne disappeared from the hallway. > Hidden Mission: Calm your jealous CEO. Reward: +20 Affection Points. Timer: 24 hours. I gaped at the holographic text only I could see. “Jealous CEO?” I whispered. “Are you serious right now?” Dream didn’t glance my way. He sat behind his desk, posture perfect, eyes locked on a document he probably wasn’t even reading. His jaw was tight, the muscle there ticking every few seconds like a warning sign. I slumped on the couch, c

CHAPTER 36: THE APOLOGY GAME.

Gloss POV The tension in the penthouse hung in the air like static after a storm. Dream hadn’t spoken a word since that explosion earlier, the one where he slammed the desk and looked ready to murder me with his glare alone. He’d gone right back to work after that, expression cold, posture perfect, pen replaced. Meanwhile, I’d been standing there awkwardly, holding an untouched cup of coffee like a peace offering no one asked for. The system pinged suddenly, breaking the silence in my head. [Hidden Mission Unlocked: Apologize sincerely. Reward: +10 Affection Points.] My stomach twisted. “Sincerely”? The system clearly overestimated my acting abilities. Dream was the type to detect fake emotion from a mile away, he’d probably dissect every blink, every word. But the reward was tempting. Ten affection points could get me out of the negative zone he’d likely dropped me into after today’s chaos. So I took a deep breath and walked toward his desk. “Dream…” My voice came out small, a

CHAPTER 37: THE HACKER INCIDENT.

Gloss POV The morning after Dream’s dangerously close confession, the penthouse felt heavier than usual. He had left early for work, and I woke up to silence, the kind that presses down on you and forces your brain to replay everything that happened the night before. His words kept echoing in my head. ‘Keep making me laugh, and I’ll really fall for you.’ Did he mean it? Or was that another one of his teasing lines meant to mess with my head? Either way, my heart hadn’t stopped racing since. By the time I got dressed and made it down to the company, I tried convincing myself to act normal. No blushes. No awkward glances. Just professionalism. That resolve lasted exactly ten minutes. Because when I walked into the building, the air was buzzing with tension. Assistants were running through hallways, managers were shouting into phones, and the elevator was jammed with frantic employees clutching laptops. Something was wrong. I found Dream in the executive boardroom surrounded by th

CHAPTER 38: STRATEGIC SEDUCTION.

Gloss POV After the chaos of the breach, the office was quieter, but the quiet was deceptive, like the stillness before a hurricane. Dream hadn’t said a word since his declaration that he was going to end Xiao Lang. He’d gone full CEO mode, cold, calculating, untouchable. For the rest of that day and most of the night, he worked nonstop, locking himself in the glass-walled conference room. Through the foggy glass, I could see him bent over documents, his jaw clenched, the faint glint of his watch catching the light as his fingers typed without rest. He wasn’t angry anymore. No, that would have been easier. Dream was focused. And that was terrifying. By morning, he called me in. I barely had time to sip my coffee before the security team escorted me to his office. He was sitting behind his desk, crisp suit, hair perfectly in place, eyes sharp enough to cut through glass. There was no trace of exhaustion. Just resolve. “Gloss,” he said evenly, “we’re going to take him down without

CHAPTER 39: HEATED ACCUSATIONS.

Gloss POV The moment we stepped into the penthouse, I could already sense the storm brewing. Dream’s silence was loud enough to fill the entire space, his every step deliberate, cold, sharp. I followed quietly, heels clicking against the marble floor, trying to pretend the weight of his anger didn’t press down on me. But it did. It always did. He tossed his suit jacket onto the couch, jaw clenched so tight the muscle along his cheek twitched. I stood a few feet away, unsure if I should speak or just let him erupt. My throat felt dry, my mind spinning with excuses, explanations, anything to break the thick tension hanging between us. Then he turned to me, eyes dark, unreadable. “Did you enjoy it?” The question hit like a slap. I blinked, unsure I’d heard right. “What?” He took a step closer, voice low and cutting. “Lunch with Xiao. Did you enjoy it?” My lips parted, then closed again. The way he said it, like it wasn’t just about lunch, like it was betrayal, made my chest tight

CHAPTER 40: THE FIRE BURNS.

Gloss POV The silence between us was unbearable. His words, “I’ll show you exactly how it burns” still echoed in my head like a promise and a threat all at once. I could barely breathe. His hand stayed pressed against the wall beside me, his body boxing me in, the heat of him pressing against my senses until I forgot what logic felt like. That was when the system flickered to life in the corner of my vision. [System Warning: High emotional volatility detected. Mission control unstable.] Its voice was cool, detached, mechanical, a cruel contrast to the wild energy burning in the space between us. But I couldn’t focus on it, not when Dream’s gaze held me trapped. His pupils were blown wide, his jaw clenched tight, his breath brushing against my lips with every shallow exhale. “Do you feel that?” he murmured, his tone rough, edged with something darker than anger. I swallowed, my throat dry. “Feel what?” He leaned closer, his mouth grazing my ear, his voice lowering to a dangerous

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