Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover



Connor's eyes darkened.

He'd been down this road before, only to find out it led nowhere. But when he tried to turn back, he realized Chloe had blocked all the exits. Connor felt completely powerless. His head drooped suddenly, coming to rest on Chloe's shoulder. "If you don't want to listen to me, I can't force you," he said softly, “but please, if you ever feel in danger or something doesn't seem right, come find me."

This time, Chloe didn't snap back. She sensed the exhaustion in Connor. Deep down, she knew his intentions were sincere. But she refused to become anyone's weakness, and she wouldn't let herself be a weapon that Claire could use against Connor. So, she decided to cut all ties with him. From now on, they'd be strangers.

He leaned against her shoulder like a big, tired child. Chloe's hands, which had been clenched tight, were now released. She stood stiffly, not moving at all. She didn't push Connor away. The cool scent of his cologne filled her nose. Chloe had never seen him this worn out before. It was like he could barely stand.

"Hold me, please?" Connor murmured into her ear. Chloe didn't move. "Just one last time," he added, his voice tinged with a hint of pleading.

At that moment, their bodies were so close they could feel each other's warmth. That familiar temperature and heartbeat seemed to seep through their skin and straight to their hearts, spreading like an electric current through their limbs.

"Hold me..." He sounded like a child begging for candy, or a beggar on the street. Chloe slowly raised her hand. Just as she was about to wrap her arms around him, she suddenly pushed him away, turned on her heel, and darted out of the crevice.

"Connor, how many times have you

tried that trick? I'm not falling for it.” She kicked him in the shin for good measurez Venting her frustration made Chloe feel a lot better. "PIN another stunt like that, and I won't be so nice," she warned, cracking her knuckles for emphasis before walking away.

Connor was left feeling both annoyed and amused. His hand hurt, his leg hurt, and his heart hurt-everything hurt.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

By noon, the photos they had taken

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were already online. The voting results came in quickly. Chloe and Pax's photo was a landslide first. Second place went to Diana and Connor, while Juztin and Faith came in third. Barrett and Kalilah landed in last place.

Following the rules, Pax and Chloe were treated to a lavish lunch-fresh sushi, lobster, and top-quality beef. The others had simpler meals: just regular boxed lunches. But on such a deserted island, even a regular boxed lunch felt like a blessing.

Of course, the last-place team had it

the worst. Barrett and Kalilah had nothing to eat and had to fend for themselves: Barrett went into the forest to pick fruits. Kalilah, who hadn't eaten in over twenty-four hours, was so hungry she could barely stand. When she saw the rich variety of food in Chloe's lunchbox, her eyes lit up, and she lunged toward Chloe.

Bang-