Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 969

Still, you can't deny he's quite the looker. Sometimes, Chloe would catch him getting up at the crack of dawn to feed Tim, and it just made him all the more appealing. Connor seemed to have mellowed out, shedding the sharp, icy edges he'd once had. These days, he was more like a polished piece of ivory-soft, warm, and inviting.

But with the baby in the picture, Connor hadn't been to the office in what felt like forever. Back in the day, if Connor was away, Teddy would handle everything at work. But lately, Teddy had been preoccupied with Maddie, leaving the office kind of adrift. So, during those precious moments when the baby was napping, Connor was still knee-deep in work, running himself ragged like some kind of perpetual motion machine. Chloe's heart ached for him, but every time she brought up hiring a nanny, he shot it down. She wanted to pitch in herself, but Connor just wouldn't have it.

Thankfully, they'd soon be leaving the maternity center, which meant Connor might finally get a breather.

That afternoon, Isaac swung by. Seeing Connor juggling baby duties and work, he couldn't hide his disapproval. "Are you the only guy on the planet with a kid? He's not going to vanish if you take a break. Look at you, you're practically a zombie. If you don't chill out, you're gonna burn out."

Chloe was worried sick too, and this time she wasn't holding back. "Connor, drop everything and go catch some Zs back at No. 9 Mansion. Don't show your face here until after six."

If he tried to sleep here, even the tiniest whimper from the baby would have him wide awake.

chimed in, "Yeah, seriously, head back. I don't want

Isaac a look, "Don't

bad, my bad. I actually came by to say I'll handle Tim's one-month bash. You two just have to show up with the little guy. I swear it'll

want Connor stressing over

a nap, with Isaac chauffeuring him to No. 9 Mansion At first, Connor wasn't keen on leaving but gave in, thinking about how much Chloe loved his sweet and sour ribs. So, he figured he'd whip some up. On the way, he asked Isaac to make a

Isaac asked, "What for?"

and some

his eyes,

say, I feel for

the best

remembered how amazing Connor's cooking was and quickly changed his tune, "In that case make extra ribs; Taylor's a sucker for eet and

shot back, using Isaac's previous words,