Todos os capítulos de LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

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

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

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

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

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