Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover novel Chapter 862

As Chloe drew closer to the wall, the source of the noise became clear. She had finally pinpointed it. The steady rhythm of the tapping filled her with an uneasy feeling, a gut instinct that it was Connor on the other side. To test her hunch, she picked up a small pebble and tapped a message in Morse code: "Is that you, Connor?"

The tapping ceased almost instantly. A response quickly followed in Morse code: "It's me. I'm right here, next to you." Tears sprang to Chloe's eyes. It was really him. Connor had come for her, and now he was trapped by Claire in the room next door.

They began to communicate in Morse code through the wall. When Chloe realized Connor had come all by himself, her heart ached. After a moment of quiet, the tapping resumed. Suddenly, Chloe had an idea. She fetched a small stainless steel spoon from the table, the one she used for meals, and started scraping at the wall near where Connor had been tapping.

Bit by bit, the plaster crumbled away as Chloe poured all her energy into the task. She had no idea how long it took, but eventually, they managed to create a small hole in the wall. It wasn't much, but it connected their two worlds.

"Connor, is it really you?" Chloe's voice quivered with anticipation.

Connor's voice came through clearly, "It's me. Don't be scared, I'm here." As soon as she heard him, the tears she had been holding back flowed freely. Chloe wasn't usually one to break down, but the mix of relief and fear was overwhelming.

"Connor, are you hurt?" she asked, noticing the unevenness in his breathing, like he was stifling pain.

"What did Claire do to you?" Her voice was laced with worry, terrified her worst fears had been realized.

Connor leaned against the wall and sighed deeply, trying to soothe her. "Don't cry, don't worry. I'm okay, just a few scratches. Nothing life-threatening."

Connor replied, "I found the report under your pillow. I know."

"We're going to be parents," Chloe said.

Connor was overwhelmed with a wave of sorrow. He fell silent, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He had never felt such an urge to just break down and cry.

He finally spoke, "If I don't make it out of this, I want you to move on. Let the past go, forget about me and the baby, and start fresh. Can you promise me that?"