Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 22

"Do you think you really want to marry me?" Chloe asked.

Connor frowned, staring at her as she smiled seductively. He said nothing.

Chloe laughed it off and casually tossed her wavy hair over her shoulder. "Mr. Connor, this was all just a game. Why are you taking it so seriously?"

"For the last three years, you've had your fun, and so have I. You didn't hold a grudge for my neglect and frivolity, and I didn't mind your deceit and pretense. Can we just call it quits on good terms?"

Chloe couldn't fathom Connor's mindset. Here was a guy who could have anyone he wanted, yet he willingly let himself be treated like a gigolo.

Reflecting on the past three years, Chloe realized she'd often neglected him—ignoring his calls, standing him up, and even venting her frustrations on him. She treated him like a pet, there for her emotional convenience, to summon and dismiss at will.

However, she admitted that if she had known his real status, she would have never dared to sleep with him.

And yet, even so, he had never revealed his identity over the past three years.

Was the King of Eldridge

and his skin made him look like an angry vampire. It was as if he could pounce

do you

course, otherwise, I

having an

"I know."

"He doesn't love you."

"I know."

why do you still

That kind of bond isn't something others can understand. Maybe we have misunderstandings now, but I

choice, not because someone pushed her to do it. By

justify your relationship with me? Am I just a tool for

taken aback.

true identity. Had I known, I

sarcasm dripping from his smile. "To think that after three years, I am still

suddenly had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the next moment, Connor stood up.