Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 1006

Connor looked at Chloe, his eyes lingering on her a moment too long, disappointment flickering across his face.

She still didn’t remember.

He managed a nod. “Yeah. We know each other. Of course we do.”

Chloe’s heart gave a sudden, unexpected thump.

“So what are we, then? Friends?” she asked, her voice calm and direct.

Connor hesitated, silent for a beat.

If he told her the truth now, would she do what Lucas—no, Grayson—warned? Would she cut herself off from everything she used to be, from him, too?

He’d barely scratched the surface of her heart.

“We’re friends,” he said at last.

Friends. Family. Lovers.

But how was he supposed to say all that?

Chloe, when will you remember?

She held his gaze, searching his face for answers.

“Mr. Connor, how did we meet? Could you tell me about my past?” Her eyes were bright with curiosity, but her voice was steady.

She went on, “I had a car accident. I hit my head. I don’t remember anything from before.”

“Lucas—I mean, Grayson—never told you?” Connor asked quietly.

The name Lucas made something stir deep inside Chloe.

That had to be Grayson’s name when they lived abroad.

She turned away, letting out a soft sigh. “He said our past wasn’t happy, so there’s no point in bringing it up.”

Connor’s voice cut in, gentle but sharp. “What about now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you happy now?”

Chloe froze.

She realized she’d never really asked herself that before.

And now, sitting across from her, was the only man who really held the key to her past.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, Chloe found herself drawn to him.

She looked down and let out a small laugh. “I’m fine now, really. The three of us together. I can’t ask for more.”

Connor dropped his gaze, his expression clouding.

His fingers tightened around his glass until his knuckles went white.

It felt like someone had just stabbed him in the chest.

The pain was sharp—too sharp.

His hand trembled as he tried to hold himself together.

He could barely breathe, the pressure in his chest threatening to burst.

Chloe noticed the shift in him right away. “Connor? Are you okay?”

Suddenly, Connor turned to her, grabbing her arm, desperation in his touch.

“What if—just imagine—what if I told you this world you’re living in is nothing but an elaborate lie? That your so-called happiness is actually a beautiful cage? Would you want to leave? Would you even try?”