Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Connor finished speaking and didn't even give Grant a chance to get a word in. He turned on his heel and left straight away. Before long, he was back at Villa No. 9. Connor planned to lift Chloe out of the passenger seat. As he unbuckled her seatbelt, she groggily came

to. Chloe blinked, peering outside, "Are we home?"

Connor had been nursing an inexplicable annoyance from the start. He replied with a touch of irritation, "Oh, you remember we have a home?"

Chloe rubbed her head, "Ouch..."

Seeing her discomfort, Connor's frustration softened. He gently lifted her out of the car. Once inside, he headed straight upstairs. In the room, he laid Chloe on the bed and then stepped out.

By now, Chloe was fully awake. She sensed Connor's displeasure and had a pretty good idea why. Connor never liked her drinking too much. She got up, splashed some water on her face in the bathroom, feeling a bit more awake. Today had been too much, indeed. It was just fruit wine, but who knew it would pack such a punch?

As Chloe came out of the bathroom, ready to leave the room, she bumped into Connor coming back. He was wearing an apron and holding a bowl of soup. Despite his cool demeanor, his actions were gentle.

"Drink this hangover soup," he said.

Chloe felt a sudden warmth, "So, you went out to make me hangover soup. I thought you were mad."

She took the bowl and drank it all in one go. Scrunching her nose, she stuck out her tongue, "Wow, that's bitter."

Seeing her scrunched-up face, Connor's mood lifted, "Serves you right! Next time, I'll add more bitter herbs."

The recipe for the hangover soup came from an old herbalist; it was meant to both sober you up and be good for the stomach, so naturally, it wasn't the tastiest. Before, he'd sweetened it with sugar and honey, masking the bitterness. Chloe grinned at him, with a hint of playful mischief, "Would you really?"

"Chloe, haven't I told you to lay off the drinks when you're out? And yet, you still get plastered!"

Connor was genuinely a bit upset. He didn't mind Chloe drinking in general. He knew she could handle her liquor, but there were a few

times in her life when things went south because someone spiked her drink Plus, when she was drunk, she was completely out of it. And now, given the circumstances, he couldn't be sure whether Claire might try some underhanded tricks against them. Staying sharp was crucial.

Seeing Connor truly miffed, Chloe decided to yield. She wrapped her arms around his, pulling him to sit beside her. Resting her head on his shoulder, she said sweetly, "The Lounge is your turf, that's why I felt safe having a drink."

She stood up, raising three fingers like she was making a promise, "But I swear, no more overdoing it."

Hearing Chloe say she felt safe

drinking because she was on his turf

made Connor's gloomy mood suddenly brighten. But still, he glanced at her with a playful smirk, "Are you sure it's because of The Lounge and not because of your friend?"

Chloe couldn't help but chuckle to herself. His jealousy always seemed to bubble up at the funniest times.