Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 16

For three years, he had been living there.

On top of that, she sent him a ten-thousand-dollar check every month. Whenever she felt like it, she would visit him. Their meetings were always at night or late into the night, and each time, he knew exactly how to make her smile.

It was like they had an unspoken agreement. They never talked about anything beyond their immediate pleasures, nor did they inquire about each other's families or backgrounds. They were in it just for the fun. He represented the most unconventional and rebellious part of her life. When she realized that this part of her life seemed to have gone beyond the control of her own reason, she decided to end their clandestine relationship.

She thought they would return to their separate lives without crossing paths again. But she was shocked to find that her once weak prey was now staring at her with the confidence of a hunter. She seemed to have already fallen into his trap.

When Lucas returned, he saw Chloe sitting in the chair, lost in thought. Her face was pale, and she looked distraught as if she'd suffered a heavy blow. Her usually bright and enticing eyes seemed to have lost their color, becoming somewhat empty. She was always so charming, but now her dullness made her seem pitiful, tugging at his heartstrings.

The woman she had called

soon began. Lucas noticed Chloe drinking one glass after another, clearly burdened with thoughts. When Chloe poured herself a

are you drinking so much?" he

him with a smile, her voice slightly teasing, "Why? Are you worried

was cold. "Today is an important occasion. Don't get

Can't I

But then he hardened his expression. "Chloe cut the act. Even if

to drink. She didn’t understand—how did Trophy Boy turn into Mr. Connor? Did he even know her real identity? He was pretending to be a gigolo she supported for three years, and he never

approach the main table to toast.

main table. The area around the main table was crowded. Marian had already left. Only Connor was holding the fort. Many guests came to toast, but mostly, the guests drank themselves, and Connor would just touch his glass as a polite gesture. He would symbolically take a sip if it was a particularly high- ranking

left after their toast,