Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chloe sauntered up to Connor and casually looped her arm through his. She tilted her head up, her eyes sparkling like a summer evening's rose, gently swaying in the breeze-utterly enchanting.

Connor's icy demeanor melted instantly, warmth spreading through his gaze. His voice was as clear and gentle as moonlight. "Oh, nothing serious, just having a deep chat with Mr. Lucas about life."

Chloe's eyebrows arched slightly, and the tiny beauty mark near her eye seemed to twinkle. She smiled, "We should get going. It's late; let's not disturb others."

"Alright."

Connor's expression turned cool again as he looked up. "Mr. Lucas, we'll take our leave."

Then, he and Chloe strolled away, arm in arm.

Watching them walk off, Lucas felt a sharp pain, like a knife twisting in his heart. When had they become "we" while he was left as “others”? Could their decades-long relationship really not measure up to Connor's one month?

He refused to accept it; he didn't want to believe it. Chloe must've been doing this on purpose.

After a moment's hesitation, he lunged forward, yanking Chloe away from Connor and forcibly separating the two. He'd wanted to do it for ages, during their dances, while watching fireworks... and maybe tonight, fueled by a bit of liquid courage.

"Chloe, don't go..."

Wham!

Before he could finish, a loud thud echoed. Pain shot through Lucas' back as he found himself thrown to the ground with a flawless judo

move. His head hit the ground ineq

sending waves of dull pain through him. He lay there, stunned, staring at the one who floored him

...Chloe.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

She had moved with the speed of lightning. Now, she stood above him, looking down with an air of elegance and nonchalance as if nothing had happened. Even Connor was dumbfounded. In that split second, she had transformed into a fierce warrior, her movements swift and forceful, not holding back one bit. A second later, she was back to her lazy, composed self, making Connor wonder if he had imagined the whole thing. A chill ran down his spine.

Chloe looked indifferently at Lucas lying on the ground. “Lucas, haven't I made myself clear? If you won't listen to reason, you should know I'm no stranger to self-defense."

Chloe had already made her stance clear. She didn't want to explain further, issuing her final warning. "If you ever lay a hand on us again, I won't hold back."

Then, she turned and left with Connor.

Lucas lay there, pain radiating from his back, his head, his heart-everywhere.

Chloe hopped into Connor's car, and they sped away from the Moncada family's mansion. Once inside the car, Chloe noticed Connor's moode had soured. His face was cold, a stark contrast to his demeanor back at the mansion. The car drove on in silence, with Connor not uttering a word. Chloe, too, stayed quiet on purpose, watching the scenery zip by outside the window.

Finally, Connor couldn't hold back any longer. "Chloe, why aren't you trying to cheer me up?"

Chloe looked at the sulking man and burst out laughing. "Why should I? Have I done something to upset you?"

Connor thought for a moment, "Well, no," but then he boldly claimed, “But I'm not happy."

"Then tell me, why are you unhappy?"