Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover by Rosa Winters

Chapter 1093

Connor's voice echoed in the darkness, and Chloe broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

He sounded more panicked than she'd ever heard him, trying to calm her even though his own voice was barely there.

"Hey, don't cry, babe... I wish I could reach over and wipe your tears right now."

Chloe could picture exactly what was happening-he was pinned under the rubble, totally stuck. She was almost sure he'd thrown himself over her when everything came crashing down. He had to be in terrible pain.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" she asked, voice shaking.

Connor let out a soft laugh, trying to sound tough.

"No, it doesn't hurt. Not at all."

But Chloe could hear it-the way he was forcing himself to sound okay, the weakness in every word.

She wanted to cry even harder, but held it in. If she lost it now, it would only make things worse for him.

Everything around them was pitch black. Only their shallow, uneven breaths broke the silence.

Neither of them knew how deep they were buried, or what was happening outside, or if there was even a chance they'd make it out alive.

A sick feeling settled in her chest. The odds weren't good.

"Connor... we might really die in here," she whispered.

"We won't," he said, as if sheer willpower could make it true. "My brother will find us. He won't give up."

She wanted to believe him. She could picture his brother-probably tearing the earth apart to get to them.

hundreds of meters

herself

Hang on until he finds us. You can't die, Connor. You hear

crushed beneath the weight of earth and stone. Chloe could hear it in his voice-he was hurt bad, maybe worse

reassure her, his voice gentle

going anywhere. I'll

each minute colder than

said quietly, "let's

"Yeah. Of course."

took a shaky breath. "Can I tell you a secret? I actually liked you from the very first moment I saw

her. “You mean at Bluewater Bar, when you

the darkness, shaking her

"Nope.

I was five,

for the first time by the river-it was on the hospital lawn. You used to sit on this bench every morning at nine, catching

just to watch

can there be such a good-looking

over how to get you to notice me-like dropping my ice cream on

come look for it. Every

I followed you. You looked so sad, and I

someone so

so lost. When I thought you might jump, I couldn't stay quiet-I had to do

I gave you a lollipop? I'd been saving it since the first time I saw you. I told myself, someday I'd hand

little at the

a little five-year-old girl who'd already picked you out. I had my eye on you from the very

out a

I forgot

a moment, genuinely surprised. He'd always thought the river was where it all began. He never realized Chloe had been