Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chloe sauntered over and swung the door open, just as she'd expected. Connor stood there, a stormy look plastered on his face. He was clearly there to confront her. Not one to hide her amusement, Chloe smirked and teased, "Did you go and break some poor girl's heart?"

Connor's gaze bore into her, icy and intense, like a flame trapped in frost, ready to ignite at any moment. Chloe remained unbothered, her demeanor relaxed and casual.

Her room had a liquor cabinet, and the butler had already told her she could help herself to whatever she fancied. She had just uncorked a bottle of 1985 Sassicaia and poured herself another half glass in a tal wine glass.

She walked over to Connor, handed him the glass, and chided, "I don't know if you are genuinely clueless or just playing dumb, but Diana's been into you for ages. It takes guts for a girl to lay her heart on the line, only to have it stomped on."

Connor took the glass but didn't drink. His expression was still grim. "So, you think I should accept her feelings?"

a laid-back indifference and even a bit of sympathy for Diana. If anything, her strongest reaction was curiosity. How detached must

leisurely. "Don't come here with your drama. I have no hopes or expectations. Whether you accept her

watched her, lounging and carefree, then suddenly downed his wine in

control, passionately drawing her breath into him. The familiar kiss, the familiar dominance, mingled with

but this time, she didn't push him away. Instead, she wrapped

he'd braced himself for a slap or a shove, but Chloe's unexpected response made

her to