Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Ever since Chloe set foot on the island, she couldn't shake off this lingering feeling. But she chalked it up to spending too much time on reality TV shoots.

Connor had also taken a look around. "Didn't find anything weird, but I've got the same feeling," he said.

Even though they knew it was unlikely, subconsciously, they were more cautious outside. That didn't apply within the cozy, bamboo cabin Chloe had set up though.

At night, they held each other close, falling asleep wrapped in each other's arms. Chloe had made the cabin incredibly comfortable, a perfect hideaway.

Hot kisses rained down on Chloe's neck, like wildfire spreading uncontrollably. She felt like she was pressed against a red-hot iron, her body heating up until she felt like she was evaporating into steam.

In the throes of passion, Chloe suddenly realized something was wrong. It was really hot. When she wrapped her arms around Connor's back, she was shocked.

She pushed him slightly, "Are you running a fever?"

Connor's lips never left her skin, his voice muffled, "I know..."ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"You know you have a fever, and you still... ah... you..."

In the darkness, Connor's lips curved into a smirk as he kissed her earlobe, "Doesn't matter, baby."

Moonlight poured down like water, casting swaying, overlapping shadows on the bamboo forest.

Chloe was at a loss for words. Their reckless night had left Connor with a high fever the next day. Stranded on a deserted island with scarce resources, they had nothing at their disposal.

Chloe was frantic. She tried cooling him down with lukewarm water over and over, but it hardly helped. Connor was nearly comatose.

Desperate, Chloe decided to search the jungle for medicinal herbs.

This island wasn't like Devil Island. It was much smaller, with hardly any medicinal herbs to be found. Oddly enough, Chloe stumbled upon an old, seemingly long-forgotten backpack.

Inside, she found a stash of

medicines, including ibuprofen for fever reduction. Frowning, Chloe looked up. She realized something was very wrong. This island might very well be a Truman Show scenario. And the cruise ship she

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saw on the horizon couldn't have been a hallucination.

Suddenly, anger bubbled up inside her. She shouted at the sky, "Show yourself!"

She knew who was pulling the strings. That fleeting glimpse of her mentor's face wasn't an illusion. After all these years, she'd never once dreamt of him.

That old geezer must be on this

island. Chloe remembered the fear she'd lived under his control for years. Rage burned in her heart. The jungle was eerily silent. No onez responded. After a long search without finding any suspicious traces, Chloe eventually returned.

She gave Connor the ibuprofen and some antiviral medications. Sure enough, by evening, Connor was much better. Chloe sat outside boiling water, holding the backpack, lost in thought.

Yes. After she fell into the sea, it was her mentor who had saved her. Otherwise, she would have never survived that raging typhoon.