Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

"Two days after the incident, he was found drowned in a nearby reservoir. The police looked into it and concluded that he had accidentally drowned after drinking too much. He had no family, so the case was quickly closed."

Chloe hadn't expected things to turn out this way. After a moment, she finally said, "What goes around, comes around."

Still, for some reason, she felt uneasy. Her heart pounded uncontrollably. She couldn't shake the feeling that Shawn's death was suspicious.

Connor sighed, "He's gone now. You should let it go and stop tormenting yourself over it."

Over the past few days, Connor had looked into the medication Chloe had been taking. He finally understood why she had been able to sleep only three hours a night all these years. His heart ached for her.

Connor took Chloe's hand. "I know it's tough, but I'll always be here for you, Chloe. Remember, I'll never let go of your hand."

Chloe looked into Connor's eyes, seemingly stunned for a second, but then she smiled. "With the kind of relationship we have, let's not get too sentimental, okay?"

Connor sighed and said no more. Any further, and she might suggest breaking up.

Chloe lost her smile, and her expression turned serious. "Connor, I've lost the capacity to love. It was true for Lucas, and it's true for you. So, don't fall in love with me. Let's just be happy together and take it one day at a time, okay?"

Connor's grip on her hand tightened, but he eventually responded with a simple "Okay."

Life seemed to calm down after that.

Linda suddenly vanished from Chloe's life. Lucas hadn't shown up since the day they left the villa. On the seventh day, Chloe received a message from Lucas.

[Everything has turned out as you wished.]

Chloe stared at those words for a long time. She could sense the reluctance and faint bitterness in them.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Had Linda and Lucas lost their child? Was this really the outcome she wanted?

Chloe wasn't pleased. Even if they

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lost everything, it couldn't make up for what she had lost, like her sleep The feeling of not being able to. sleep despite taking pills was unbearable, more painful than being stabbed.

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That pain was temporary. Wounds would heal over time, but her insomnia gnawed at her nerves

every night, bringing pain, fatiguen et

and torment. Her insomnia was getting worse. She had no choice but to visit Winston again,

Winston ran a private clinic, catering only to regular clients.

Leaning her head on her hand, Chloe lounged lazily on the office sofa. "Why can't I sleep?" she wondered.

"Chloe, you know, the body is just a

vessel for the soul. In a hundred years, we'll all be dust. You shouldn't dwell too much on what your body has gone through," Winston said, knowing all the truths.

Chloe scratched her head. "I'm not dwelling on it, really, but I still can't sleep."

Winston got up and approached her. "That's because your mind is too cluttered with unresolved issues and secrets. It's rotting away inside."

Chloe looked up, puzzled. "But I've opened up to you. You know everything."

Winston fell silent for a moment. “Perhaps I'm not someone very important to you. Chloe, maybe you should open your heart to the one you love." Chloe was slightly taken aback.

The one she loved? Who was it?