Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 185

Chloe was feeling troubled.

For the past twenty years, her greatest love had been Leah. Loving your mom is just second nature for a kid. Before Lisa came back, Leah's love for Chloe was unconditional, too. But once Lisa returned, everything shifted. Suddenly, Chloe felt like she had no home and no parents.

Her biological mom, Ann? They hadn't even had a face-to-face conversation. Sure, Chloe had looked into her mom's background, but she never visited her in prison. Such feelings could hardly be called love.

So who else was there? Who could she really open up to? The Moncada couple? They had no reason to worry about her. Cassie? She'd gone back to the Gilbert family three years ago. She was too far to help right now.

Only one person remained on Chloe's mind. Connor. When did he become someone she could depend on, someone she trusted?

But...

Chloe sighed. Winston seemed to read her mind and said, "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may. Old Time is still a-flying."

Chloe chuckled, "He's no rose on the branch."

Connor was anything but a delicate flower. The biggest mistake Chloe ever made was treating him like he was some fragile plant needing a greenhouse. He was cool and aloof with others, but with her, he was like a blazing sun.

Sometimes, despite her best efforts to resist, she found herself falling for him. Whether she needed to end the relationship weighed on her mind daily. But sometimes, the thought of letting go was unbearable.

Winston watched Chloe calmly and said, "He's your remedy, and for that alone, I think you should give it a try."

Chloe knew her heart well. When Lucas came back to the country, she insisted on breaking up with Connor, not because of Lucas. It was because she realized she had fallen for this so called Trophy Boy. She was getting addicted to his scent, the warmth of his embrace. It made her feel out of control.

Moving back to Greenpeace Estate wasn't because of his relentless pursuit. It was because Chloe missed him, and that overwhelming longing made her surrender.

On the surface, she set terms. They were for him, but really, they were for herself. She wanted to be rational and restrained, not to fall deeper and become unable to pull herself out.

If love were just a feeling, she would have succumbed thousands of times over. But her love was also lucid, contradictory, restrained, and even selfish. She always reminded herself they would eventually part. So she kept him at a certain distance, like a door half-open – visible, touchable, but never fully embraceable.

That was until now, when she was awakened by Winston's words.