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.

knife skills are insane. She must have

[She's so cool!]

If I knew I'd be chopped this

is priceless, his eyes nearly popped

but quickly composed himself, "Where did you learn all

knew Chloe was talented in various areas-making perfumes, playing Go, dancing, even Taekwondo-but he had no idea her knife skills were this extraordinary. Clearly, she had trained intensively. Chloe simply shrugged,

asked for chopped chicken, not deboning. Why

was both impressive and slightly

realized her mistake. Right, she was only asked to chop it up. She looked a

Connor, "Anything else

oil Once they were golden and crispy, he'd take them out to drain on a plate. But Faith, standing beside

Juztin looked at the empty plate, puzzled, "Did

Diana

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