Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 291



Connor tried to reassure her with a gentle smile, "Don't worry, I've got this."

Chloe stood across from them, watching the scene unfold with a clear view. For some reason, an unexpected sadness tugged at her heart.

Cassie had once confided in her. Diana was the apple of the King of Eldridge's eye. He had cherished and protected her for years. Everyone knew Diana was destined to be the future wife of his. Connor had been waiting all this time for her to grow up.

Now, it was clear that Connor treated Diana very differently than he did to her. In front of Diana, he was a confident and fearless man, but with Chloe, he was more submissive and eager-to-please.

Chloe had always maintained that she was just in it for fun and not for love. Yet, Connor often showed such deep affection that she almost believed it was real. That fleeting moment of sadness quickly passed; she wasn't one to dwell on the past. What's done is done. It was time to move on and treat each other like strangers.

Connor took charge. "Alright, let's split into two groups. One group will stay here to set up shelter, and the other will go find water, food, or any other supplies left behind by the production team."

Everyone nodded in agreement as soon as Connor spoke.

who's staying to set up the tents?" Barrett

sticks from the ground, and said, "We'll draw sticks. Whoever gets the long stick stays to set up the big tent; the short stick goes to

Diana, Chloe, and Pax stayed to set up the big tent. The others headed to the nearby forest

Chloe grabbed a package, unpacked it, and began assembling the frame with practiced

over, "Hey, Chloe, let me give you

can handle

Pax ignored

got to work.

was

trying to send Pax away. They worked together and had the tent up

Connor and Diana were struggling. They hadn't even finished setting up the main structure. It wasn't really Connor's fault. Diana had no

uncle hates doing tedious chores like this. At home, he wouldn't even bother picking up a spilled oil

of tasks? For the past three years, he

chores cleaning, cooking,

everything-without ever showel