Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Diana, though inexperienced, could tell what was on her neck-clear kiss marks. She lifted the collar of her shirt. The marks trailed down her neck, spreading across her entire body. "Ah-" A scream echoed through the room.

Footsteps hurriedly approached from the door. Diana quickly adjusted her clothes. Turning around, she saw the island's old butler. The butler was an elderly man with silver hair, dressed in a suit, his hair combed meticulously. His face always bore a smile, as if wearing a mask.

"Miss Diana, are you okay?"

Diana trembled all over. She didn't know what had happened, but she had a gut feeling something had occurred the night before.

"Who was here last night? Who was with me?" Diana's voice trembled, her eyes already brimming with tears. Her fingers were ice cold, feeling as though her entire body was soaked in cold water, shivering with cold.

The butler, still wearing his kind smile, replied, "You were with Mr. Connor last night."

guard as if someone had pulled her

Are you sure

in your room for the night and only

left. Diana's heart pounded as if it were a drum. She could barely stand on her feet and walked over to sit down on the sofa. The despair she felt

the last night. Fragments of memories surfaced. She remembered the blurry yet burning

ear.

be

vague, when Diana confirmed that it was Connor, her heart was overjoyed. Her heart uncontrollably started racing. Even thinking about

Diana tooked up. Indeed, it was Connor. Diana quickly stood up, calling out, "Uncle Connor." Then she stood there awkwardly, fidgeting with her fingers. Her gaze wandered, eventually lowering her head like a child who had done