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."

good man. Honestly, who throws themselves into

not just him. Have you seen his wife? She's absolutely stunning. They're a match

to 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

roadside, having a bowl of noodles with a friend. I'll send you my location. Pick me up

right away. It wasn't the name of any noodle joint he recognized.

straight over and

a soft glow over the bustling little spot with a few small tables and chairs scattered around. Most of the clientele were students from

the crowd. The stall owner was just serving them two steaming bowls of spaghetti bolognese. Grant picked up his fork and dug in. Chloe wasn't

a poached egg from her bowl and placed it into his. "I'm not hungry, you eat," she said, eyes full