Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Connor knew Grant had just been rushed to the nearby community hospital. Once he got there, he headed straight for the emergency department to get some information. "Are you talking about the guy with his back full of glass shards?" the nurse asked. "He's already left."

The two nurses were clearly impressed by Grant and were still chatting about him enthusiastically.

"His back was covered in glass shards, some of them lodged really deep, but he didn't make a peep or even wince while they cleaned him up."

"Dr. Thompson suggested he stay for observation, but he waved it off like it was nothing. Just slapped on some antiseptic, got bandaged up, and walked out. Tough guy."

"I saw his wife looking so worried, almost in tears. Heard it was a lamp that fell, and he got hurt saving her."

Honestly, who throws themselves into danger for someone else these days? And he's easy on the eyes

it's not just him. Have you seen his wife? She's absolutely stunning.

hard to breathe. He left the hospital and called Chloe. She picked up quickly. "Where are you?" Connor asked, his voice

roadside, having a bowl of noodles with a friend. I'll send you

wasn't the name of any noodle joint he recognized. Checking the map, Connor

drove straight over and

fancy restaurant. The dim streetlights cast a soft glow over the bustling little spot with a few small tables and chairs scattered around. Most

just serving them two steaming bowls of spaghetti bolognese. Grant picked up his fork and dug in. Chloe wasn't really hungry, having indulged in plenty of desserts earlier at the banquet. She was there purely to keep Grant company on his birthday, following the tradition of eating

with such enthusiasm, Chloe took a poached egg from her bowl and placed it into his. "I'm not hungry, you eat," she said, eyes full of concern. "You've lost a lot of blood. Who knows