Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 1011

But the memories were just too blurry.

It was like peering through a thick curtain—no matter how hard she tried, Chloe couldn’t bring them into focus.

Still, as she watched Connor’s broad shoulders disappear into the kitchen, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more between them than just a casual acquaintance. There had to be.

Yet, one thing had her completely stumped:

Why did Tim keep calling her “Mom”?

She was still lost in thought when a mouthwatering aroma drifted through the air.

The two kids, who’d been complaining about their empty stomachs for a while, immediately perked up.

“What’s that smell? It’s amazing!”

Connor came out of the kitchen carrying a steaming pot of soup. “Dinner’s ready, everyone.”

The kids barely waited a second—they dashed straight to the table.

Chloe followed, still a little stunned.

She couldn’t believe it: in just half an hour, Connor had whipped up a full meal—four dishes and a soup.

There were sweet and sour ribs, stir-fried shrimp with eggs, beef with green peppers, sautéed veggies, and a fragrant mushroom soup.

Chloe gaped at the spread. “How did you do all this?”

Connor just smiled, a little mysterious. “Practice makes perfect.”

He said it in this old-fashioned, almost poetic way that left Chloe baffled.

She looked at him, confused.

Aaron leaned over and explained, “Mom, Uncle Connor means he cooks all the time, so he’s really good at it now.”

Connor grinned, ruffling Aaron’s hair. “Smart kid.”

A little while later, the four of them were gathered around the small dining table again.

Chloe had never eaten anything so good.

Lucas liked to cook, too, and Chloe always thought his food was great—definitely better than anything at the restaurants in Chinatown.

But after just one bite, she knew there was no comparison.

Mr. Connor’s cooking was on a whole different level.

Connor watched her closely, and when he saw her eyes light up, he nearly laughed.

Some things really never changed.

Chloe had always been a picky eater, never that enthusiastic about food.

But every time she tasted something she actually loved—especially something he’d made—she couldn’t hide that tiny spark in her eyes.

He knew her taste by heart.

Every dish on the table tonight had once been Chloe’s favorite.