Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 738

How many times did she have to tell him? Her friend wasn't into women at all, but when would he finally believe her?

Chloe spoke up, "It's all because of you. Because it's your place, because I knew you'd come to get me, and no matter what, you'd have my back. That's why I got a bit carried away and ended up happily drunk. But I promise, I'll keep my wits about me next time." Connor's last bit of frustration melted away.

His stern look softened instantly, and even a gentle warmth appeared in his eyes.

Suddenly, Connor reached over and ruffled Chloe's hair. "I whipped up some seafood chowder. Want to grab a bite?"

Chloe had been too busy enjoying her drinks that night.

She really hadn't eaten much.

Now, with just liquids in her stomach, she was feeling a bit queasy.

"Yeah, I'm actually starving."

Chloe followed Connor into the dining room.

Connor served her a bowl of seafood chowder.

As he brought it over, a rich, sweet aroma filled the air.

The steaming bowl was thick and creamy, filled with sweet crab meat, lobster tails, fresh sea urchin, and a sprinkle of green veggies for garnish. Chloe's appetite kicked in.

is so fresh! Did you use chicken broth

"You always

spoonful, "Why on earth are you cooking chicken broth and chowder in the middle of

have to be at the office by five tomorrow morning, so I made breakfast for you ahead of time. Just heat it up when you wake up."

have to go through all

over, Connor would always have a lavish breakfast ready for her the next morning. Back then, Chloe had taken it

trophy boy she used to keep around; he was the head of a vast

meetings and decisions every

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