Lahat ng Kabanata ng LEVEL UP MY COLD CEO {MxM}: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Gloss POV The office air felt heavy the next morning, thick with unspoken tension that clung to every corridor. Everyone moved a little quieter than usual, stealing glances between me and Dream. After what happened with the missing file, it was obvious things weren’t fine. Dream hadn’t said much since realizing the truth, but his silence spoke louder than any apology could. I’d proven my innocence, yes, but part of me still burned, not because of the misunderstanding, but because of Adrian. Adrian, with his smug smile and fake charm, had been slithering through the office like nothing happened. Every time I passed him, he offered a little nod, a smirk, or some careless comment about “rookie mistakes.” Every word, every fake grin felt like salt pressed into a wound I was trying to ignore. The rest of the staff noticed it too, the subtle tension whenever we were in the same space. Some pretended not to see it, while others lingered, whispering when they thought I wasn’t listening. B

Gloss POV After what happened between Dream and Adrian in the office, I thought that was the end of it. Dream didn’t talk about it afterward, but the tension in his shoulders said enough. The man looked composed as always, but there was something sharper behind his calm, a quiet frustration he didn’t bother hiding when Adrian’s name came up. For a few days, things were peaceful. The office air felt breathable again, and Dream wasn’t snapping at people over small mistakes. He even let me play my music softly while working beside him, progress. I’d started to believe maybe, just maybe, the drama had finally died down. Then the doorbell rang that Friday evening, and the universe decided to laugh at me. Dream and I were at his penthouse going over presentation notes for a client. He was seated on the couch, laptop on his thighs, while I double-checked figures on the coffee table. We had snacks, coffee, and a rare sense of comfort, until that bell cut through the air. Dream frowned sl

Gloss POV The moment Dream opened the door, I didn’t wait for an invitation. I stepped inside, the words already burning at the back of my throat. My pulse was racing so fast I could barely think straight. The air between us was thick, too quiet, too heavy. He looked like he’d just gotten out of bed, hair messy, wearing nothing but a loose shirt and joggers. But I didn’t care about that. Not tonight. I pulled my phone from my pocket and shoved it toward him. “Explain this.” Dream blinked, confusion knitting his brow. “Gloss…” “Don’t ‘Gloss’ me,” I snapped, voice cracking more than I wanted it to. “You’re going to explain it.” He stared at the screen, at the glowing image of the screenshots I’d been sent, texts between him and Adrian. I didn’t even have to read them again; they were burned into my brain. Adrian’s words were slick, manipulative, the kind meant to twist things. But the part that hurt was seeing Dream’s replies. Calm. Hesitant. Not denying anything. When he didn’t s

Gloss POV The next morning started too quiet. The kind of quiet that made the air feel heavy, like something was waiting to happen. I got to the office early, mostly because I couldn’t stay still at home. After everything that happened, the fight, the texts, the storm in Dream’s apartment, my brain refused to shut down. I’d tossed, turned, scrolled endlessly, and even tried meditating, which lasted all of five minutes before I started arguing with my system about the concept of “inner peace.” > Inner peace doesn’t earn XP, it had said smugly. So, I’d gotten dressed and left before the sun was fully up, hoping work would be a distraction. Spoiler: it wasn’t. By the time the elevator doors opened to the top floor, I was armed with two coffees and zero emotional stability. Dream’s office door was closed, light spilling faintly from underneath. I hesitated for half a second before knocking. “Come in,” came his voice, steady but low. I pushed the door open and froze. Dream was sta

Gloss POV When I came to my senses, the world was white noise. My head throbbed, my vision blurred, and my fingers were stiff around the armrest of Dream’s chair. The last thing I remembered was his voice calling my name, the system blaring a warning, then static swallowing everything. I blinked hard, trying to steady my breathing. The screens were still flickering faintly, lines of corrupted data running wild across them. Dream stood at the far end of the room, eyes locked on the shattered monitor. His jaw was tight, shoulders rigid, and his system flickered faintly behind his pupils like a dying flame. “You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice rough. “Yeah,” I whispered, though my throat ached. “What… what just happened?” He shook his head, exhaling sharply. “Adrian. He planted a virus. Tried to trace the data leak back to your login.” I felt my stomach twist. “So that means…” Dream turned to face me. “He’s setting you up.” The words hit harder than any blow. I pushed myself u