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.

Chloe's knife skills are insane. She must have practiced a

[She's so cool!]

I'd be chopped this finely, I

Connor's expression is priceless, his eyes

quickly composed himself, "Where did you

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

asked for chopped chicken, not deboning. Why did you

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. She looked a

fixed on Connor, "Anything else

and crispy, he'd take them out to drain on a plate. But Faith, standing beside him, was

a while, Juztin looked at the empty plate, puzzled, "Did

Diana seemed

small intimate gestures. But when Diana noticed that Connor