Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chapter 92

When Lucas walked into the lounge, Chloe was the only person there, lying on the couch. He had been dropping by every day, claiming he was there to pick up Linda, but deep down, he knew the real reason he just wanted to see Chloe.

Ever since that incident, Connor hadn't shown up again, which reassured Lucas that what happened last time was a one-off. Chloe cherished her position as Lucas' wife so much that she had once threatened to harm herself over him. There was no way she'd give it up easily. Everything she was doing now seemed like a strategic retreat.

Despite his disdain for Chloe, he couldn't bear to let her go. He wanted to keep her bound to this role, even if it meant a lifetime of mutual torment.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Chloe lay on the couch sleeping peacefully, her breathtaking beauty reminiscent of Sleeping Beauty. Lucas found himself unconsciously moving closer, kneeling beside the couch, entranced by Chloe's face.

Memories of the past flooded back-how he used to watch her sleep because he rarely dared to look at her so openly when she was awake. Her radiance was like the midday sun, brilliant but blinding. Around Chloe, Lucas had always felt inferior. She excelled in everything-looks, academics, social skills, and talents. He couldn't measure up to her in any way, which made him love her and yet also feel uncontrollably jealous.

As a man, he had no idea when he started to be so cautious around her. During their two years of dating, they had never even kissed-not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare. He recalled a time when he had mustered up all his courage and leaned in. Still, just as the moment felt right, she burst into laughter, saying they were too familiar with each other, and his face reminded her of embarrassing kindergarten moments. Deflated, he never tried to kiss her again.

Now, her face was so close. For some reason looking at her stunning face stirred something inside him. A small thought popped up and grew uncontrollably. Lucas' lips moved slowly closer, his heart pounding like a drum. The intense nervousness that he hadn't felt in years made his hand clench into a fist.

Just as his lips were about to touch Chloe's cheek, the lounge door creaked open Startled, Lucas froze, too panicked to stand up. Chloe woke up from the noise, her eyes opening to find Lucas' face inches away and Linda standing at the doorway. The office door had been slightly ajar, and Linda had been standing there for a while, watching as Lucas moved closer to Chloe. When she saw that he was about to kiss her, she couldn't stay silent any longer and pushed the door open.

"What are you doing?" Linda's voice was controlled, but fury simmered beneath her hurt expression. A flicker of guilt crossed Lucas' eyes as he locked eyes with Chloe, unsure of what to say. Chloe frowned. She had barely slept the night before and had just fallen into a deep sleep.

The atmosphere was tense and awkward. Lucas' face turned crimson, guilty as a thief caught red-handed. Taking in his posture and flushed face, Chloe suddenly laughed, her eyes gleaming with mockery and sarcasm. "Lucas, were you trying to kiss me?"