Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Lucas stared at Chloe's face for a moment, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Got yourself a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, didn't you say I should get a boyfriend if I felt lonely? I've been on my own for three years now; getting a boyfriend wasn't too much to ask," Chloe shot back with a smirk.

"What, is it only you who gets to enjoy the thrills of life while I remain moping in solitude?" she quipped, taking a jab at his double standards.

Lucas shrugged nonchalantly. "It's even better if you found yourself a boyfriend. If he can keep you from bothering me forever, I'll personally thank him with a big gift."

Lucas didn't believe for a second that Chloe actually had a boyfriend. He knew her too well. She must have heard him on the phone with Linda. It was all a performance. And quite a convincing one at that. Even through the phone, the jealous fury in the man's voice at the end of the call was palpable. Clearly, it was meant for Lucas to hear.

That night, they didn't share a bed. Chloe slept comfortably in the bed, while Lucas made do with a makeshift bed on the floor—a gesture of his so-called gentlemanly manners. Before going to sleep, Chloe cranked the air conditioning to its lowest setting and hid the remote. When she woke up in the middle of the night and saw Lucas shivering on the floor, clutching a pillow, she felt a wave of satisfaction.

By morning, Lucas had caught a cold, but Chloe left him to fend for himself and headed straight to the TV station.

Chloe was a TV presenter, mainly in charge of the noon news, and she had her own segment called "Noon News Insight." She was somewhat of a local celebrity. However, with Lynn leaving the prime time slot, Chloe was angling for the prime time anchor position.

After wrapping up the noon news, she had time to herself. Chloe returned to the Moncada residence at four in the afternoon, just as Lucas was coming back from seeing Linda.

Chloe had just changed into her outfit and applied some sophisticated makeup. Today, she was wearing a chiffon dress. The neckline and waist of the dress featured intricate embroidery, but it was in the same color as the dress and looked subtle from afar. Up close, it was a masterpiece of delicate craftsmanship.

Seeing Lucas enter, Chloe stood up and deliberately twirled in front of him. "How do I look? Good?"

Even though Lucas was loath to admit it, he couldn't deny that Chloe looked stunning. Her figure was impeccable, standing at 5'7" with heels that accentuated her height even more. The dress was tailor-made, fitting her perfectly. The hem reached her ankles, revealing delicate ankles that begged to be touched. Her waist was slender, yet she had curves in all the right places.

Lucas' gaze moved from her chest up to her beautiful face. The dress was plain in color, but with that gorgeous face of hers, it created a unique charm. She appeared seductive yet with a hint of innocence, alluring yet seemingly guileless. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Lucas swallowed hard but kept his expression cold. "Ugly. White doesn't suit you at all."

Chloe rolled her eyes, turned around, and bent over to apply lipstick in front of the mirror. "So, in your eyes, only Linda looks good in white."

After applying her lipstick, Chloe straightened up and flashed a radiant smile at Lucas through the mirror, her challenge evident. "I'll wear white if I want to."

Lucas couldn't help but feel that Chloe was looking more vibrant and enchanting than ever.