Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Many ingredients were still whole and needed to be chopped into small pieces for the broth. Chloe wasn't much of a cook, but she sure knew her way around a knife. So, she grabbed a large chef's knife and headed to the cutting board. She took hold of a prepared chicken and was about to chop it down without a second thought.

Connor grabbed her arm, "What are you doing?"

Chloe frowned, "Helping you out."

Connor frowned back, "You don't need to do this. Just gather some firewood for me."

Chloe huffed, "What's the big deal? I'm chopping a chicken, not you."

"I'm not worried about you chopping me," Connor replied.

But Chloe wasn't listening. She elbowed Connor aside, twirling the chef's knife in her hand, creating sparks like lightning. Five minutes later...

Connor stared at the cutting board, speechless. There lay a perfectly separated chicken - bones, skin, and chopped meat.

insane. She must have

[She's so cool!]

I'd be chopped this finely, I would've stayed

priceless, his

composed himself, "Where did you learn

areas-making perfumes, playing Go, dancing, even Taekwondo-but he had no idea her knife skills were this extraordinary. Clearly, she had

deboning. Why did

chicken with such precision and fluidity that it was both impressive and slightly eerie, especially given the excited look on

was only asked to chop it up.

bright eyes fixed on Connor, "Anything else you need

into the hot oil Once they were golden and

looked at the empty plate, puzzled,

and Diana

noticed that Connor didn't even glance her way as she wiped sweat from Barrett's forehead, her mood took a