Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 737

Connor finished speaking and didn't even give Grant a chance to get a word in. He turned on his heel and left straight away. Before long, he was back at Villa No. 9. Connor planned to lift Chloe out of the passenger seat. As he unbuckled her seatbelt, she groggily came

to. Chloe blinked, peering outside, "Are we home?"

Connor had been nursing an inexplicable annoyance from the start. He replied with a touch of irritation, "Oh, you remember we have a home?"

Chloe rubbed her head, "Ouch..."

Seeing her discomfort, Connor's frustration softened. He gently lifted her out of the car. Once inside, he headed straight upstairs. In the room, he laid Chloe on the bed and then stepped out.

By now, Chloe was fully awake. She sensed Connor's displeasure and had a pretty good idea why. Connor never liked her drinking too much. She got up, splashed some water on her face in the bathroom, feeling a bit more awake. Today had been too much, indeed. It was just fruit wine, but who knew it would pack such a punch?

Connor coming back. He was

hangover soup," he

"So, you went out to make me hangover soup. I thought

go. Scrunching her nose, she

scrunched-up face, Connor's mood lifted, "Serves you right! Next time, I'll add more

it was meant to both sober you up and be good for the stomach, so naturally, it wasn't the tastiest. Before, he'd sweetened it with sugar and honey, masking the bitterness. Chloe grinned at him, with a hint of

to lay off the drinks when you're out? And yet, you still get

Chloe drinking in general. He knew she could handle her liquor, but there were

drunk, she was completely out of it. And now, given the circumstances, he couldn't be sure

She wrapped her arms around his, pulling him to sit beside her. Resting her head on his shoulder, she said sweetly, "The Lounge is your turf,

was making a promise, "But I swear,

say she felt