Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 335

Kalilah barely dared to speak up. She could only whisper her complaints under her breath. Naturally, everyone heard her. Chloe shot her a glance, and Kalilah quickly looked away, not daring to meet her eyes. She wore a loose, bohemian-style dress, while on the other side, Diana was dressed in a lightweight bridal gown.

The gown was minimalist, made of silk, flowing like water, hugging her graceful figure. The back was almost entirely open, revealing her slender back, exuding a unique sensuality. Diana used to dress like a young girl, favoring pink, with long, straight hair, a pink princess dress, and white ballet flats. But now, she had suddenly changed her look, and it was quite the revelation.

Faith generously complimented her, "Diana, you look so beautiful."

Diana blushed, "Thank you." After that, she looked at Chloe. "Chloe, there's a veil here. Could you help me put it on?"

Chloe agreed cheerfully, "Of course." She deftly placed the veil on Diana and, after fixing it up, said, "You look gorgeous."

Diana stared into Chloe's eyes but couldn't discern anything. If Chloe really was Uncle Connor's girlfriend before, why didn't she show any hostility? Not only was there no hostility, but she also took care of her. Diana was confused. She didn't know how to face Chloe anymore.

After the four of them changed clothes, they went out. The boys had already changed and were waiting at the beach. Seeing them walk over, they were all stunned. Pax's gaze lingered on Chloe for a moment, his cheeks turning red before he quickly looked away.

Faith walked up to Juztin and spun around, "Mister J, do I look good?"

Juztin honestly replied, "You look good, but a bit mature." Realizing it might not have been appropriate, he quickly added, "After all, you're not that young anymore. It suits you."

[Diana! So! Beautiful!]

[Who understands the significance of Pax blushing? He can't even look at our Chloe!]

[Shoot! Shoot them together in a passionate embrace!]

Connor also saw Chloe, wearing a white casual shirt, loose and baggy on her figure. But the perfect curves underneath were vaguely visible. This look reminded him of countless nights at Greenpeace Estate. His expression darkened, seeming to suppress something with great effort. His fingers slowly clenched into fists. But eventually, he looked away.