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

him. Have you seen his wife? She's

the nurses gossip, Connor's mood darkened. It felt like a weight was pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He left the hospital and called Chloe. She picked up quickly. "Where are you?" Connor asked, his voice calm and

noodles with a friend. I'll send you my location.

her location to Connor right away. It wasn't the name of any noodle joint he recognized. Checking the map, Connor saw it

drove straight over and

soft glow over the bustling little spot with a few small tables and chairs scattered around.

The stall owner was 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

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.