Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

After starting the car, Chloe rolled down the window. She looked up at Lucas and flashed a smile. "Lucas, this time, I'm really letting you go. I wish you and Linda all the happiness in the world."

Then, the car sped away from the Moncada Estate. Lucas stood in the yard for what felt like an eternity. When she used to cling to him, he genuinely loathed it. But now that she was gone, it felt like there was a hole in his heart. He thought about that smile of hers as she left, so peaceful, neither sad nor happy, as if she had let go of all their past grievances, and it somehow made him feel even more stifled.

"Chloe, can you really let go of us?" he wondered. "Or is this just an act for everyone?"

Chloe drove straight to the Greenpeace Estate after leaving Moncada. She parked the car in the yard. It was already late, but all the lights in the house were on. Soon, a tall figure emerged from inside. Chloe couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him.

"Mr. Connor, what are you up to?"

Connor glanced down at the apron he was wearing and grinned. "I made dinner. I was waiting for you to come back."

Chloe raised an eyebrow. "You can cook? No, wait. How did you know I would come back today?"

Connor smiled slightly, and his usually cool eyes seemed a bit warmer. "A man's intuition."

Chloe didn't press further; she popped open the trunk. "Mind helping me with the luggage?"

After bringing the luggage inside, Chloe didn't rush to unpack. Instead, she followed Connor to the dining room. The table was laden with an array of delicious dishes.

"Did you make all this?" Chloe asked, clearly surprised.

Connor nodded. "Took me three hours, and there's chicken soup, too. I'll go get it."

Chloe hadn't eaten much at the

Moncada family's place. This table

full of mouth-watering dishes just made her realize just how hungry she was. They sat at opposite ends of the dining table and began to eat. Chloe tasted the braised pork ribs

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How do you know how to cook?"

"I was sent to study in the UK when I was thirteen and stayed there for seven years," he said briefly.

"Do you always cook for yourself?" she asked.

Connor shook his head. "Not really. Today is a celebration."

"What are you celebrating?"

He looked at her, his expression calm. "Celebrating your move from darkness to light."

After dinner, Connor volunteered to clean up the kitchen. Chloe stood in the doorway, holding a cup of coffee and watching him wash the dishes. Even from behind, his model-like build and perfect proportions could make anyone's heart race.

In public, he always appeared aloof

and untouchable. But in front of

Chloe, he seemed like a completely different person. She thought back

over the past three years. Chloet

never had to lift a finger for

household chores. Connor did it all the housework and laundry. He was inventively romantic in bed, always gentle and caring afterward.

She had always thought he was meticulously trained to charm girls, before she knew he possessed such a distinguished status. Even now, Chloe felt conflicted.

Connor finished up in the kitchen and came out, frowning when he saw the coffee in her hands. "Drinking coffee this late? Planning on staying up all night?"

Chloe smiled. "I have insomnia anyway, so it doesn't matter."

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Chloe suffered from insomnia; getting three hours of sleep was considered good. This was something Connor knew well after sharing a bed with her for three years. She often tossed and turned at night, sometimes getting up when she couldn't sleep. On many nights, when he opened his eyes, she would be on the balcony's lounge chair, stargazing.

Connor's eyebrows raised slightly, his gaze deep and dark. "Insomnia might not be so bad. It gives us time to do other things."