Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Even Lucas, who had been with Chloe for over two decades, hit his breaking point when he found out about this incident. Connor's voice turned icy, sharp as a freshly unsheathed dagger. "Ms. Linda, did you time-travel here from the Dark Ages?"

"The Victorian era has been dead and buried for years, yet your mind is still stuck in those outdated, oppressive ideas. You're using these archaic standards to bind and persecute another woman.

"Maybe you cling to these old customs, but not all women are like you. They're free, radiant, and open-hearted.

"In my eyes, no matter what Chloe's past holds or how many men she's been with, I don't care. It's exactly those experiences that have shaped her into the woman she's become now-open-hearted, bright, and genuine.

"To me, she's the purest and most precious woman.

"But, Ms. Linda, your actions and thoughts are downright despicable and nauseating."

Connor was typically a man of few words. He rarely spoke this much.

Linda watched his imposing and fierce demeanor, feeling a crushing pressure that left her gasping for air. The evening twilight bathed him in light as if he were a deity descended from the heavens.

To Linda, his brilliance was blinding. This feeling was all too familiar; he and Chloe seemed cut from the same cloth. They were the chosen ones, basked in sunlight.

This made her feel like dark moss creeping along the ground.

The brighter they shone, the more she wanted to drag them into the abyss and make them taste the bitterness of darkness.

Linda was so stunned she couldn't say a word. Her body trembled as she cursed the unfairness of fate.

Why did everyone seem to love Chloe?

Connor stepped forward, his body partially cloaked in the building's shadow. Against the fading light, his presence grew even more intense. His voice was cold, almost cruel, like a demon crawling out from hell, bringing a chilling warning

"Linda, I should never hear you slander Chloe again or try to tarnish her reputation. Watch your tongue."

His tone wasn't just a warning-it was a threat.

How could she have ever thought of him as a righteous deity? He was clearly a demon from hell. Even the

blue earring he wore seemedve

radiate malevolence.

A shiver ran down Linda's spine. She could feel that this man might actually have the means to tear her apart.

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After saying his piece, Connor left.

Linda stood there for a long time, her body cold.

Connor drove away. His car sped through the city streets. Eventually, he pulled over, punching the steering wheel. He admitted to himself that Linda's words had

him.

He knew when he and Chloe had sex, it wasn't the first time.

The words he said to Linda were from the heart, and of course, he didn't think any less of Chloe because of it.

He remembered feeling frustrated the first time they were together but wasn't frustrated with Chloe.

He was frustrated with himself for finding her too late.