Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 997

Connor's calmness was downright unsettling. Lucas hadn't even realized there was a rooftop here, and when he reached it, he found it completely empty. It wasn't even winter, yet a chill wrapped around him.

The moment the door clicked shut, Connor launched into action without a word. His fist connected squarely with Lucas's face, knocking him to the ground before he could even react. Blood trickled from the corner of Lucas's mouth.

"Connor, what's your problem?" Lucas spat, trying to get back on his feet. But Connor wasn't done. He came at Lucas again, fists and feet flying with no mercy. In no time, Lucas was curled up on the floor, unable to utter a word.

Having vented his fury, Connor finally seemed to snap back to reality. He stood by the balcony, lighting a cigarette. Behind him, Lucas lay still, barely moving.

Lucas. Without asking a single question, Connor had beaten Lucas to a pulp. Now, Connor stood at the balcony's edge, his hands smeared with blood, yet he seemed entirely unfazed. He lit a cigarette, his back to Lucas, and stared straight ahead at Disneyland, its dreamy, fairytale allure stretching before him. A slow smile crept onto his face, deepening with a glimmer of

on the balcony for what felt like ages, long enough for Lucas to regain a bit of strength. Lucas managed to sit up, leaning against the rooftop railing, a faint smile playing on his lips. He reached out

Lucas's body was a symphony of pain, his bones feeling like they might crumble. But he knew Connor hadn't aimed to kill—

deep drag, Lucas laughed suddenly, "Why didn't

him. Lucas's shirt was ripped, bloodstained, his face battered and bruised. But even in his disarray there was no denying his good looks. He might be a tad spineless, but his gentle, considerate nature made him stand out among the elite as a refined and courteous soul. With looks and a

strike Lucas again. His voice was icy, “Lucas, you're nothing but