Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Lucas snapped, "Mr. Connor's car must've cost a fortune. Your measly thousand bucks was practically an insult. Get over here and apologize to Mr. Connor!"

The crowd watched Lucas' harsh treatment of Chloe, shaking their heads at his complete lack of chivalry. How could he scold such a beautiful woman so coldly without a hint of protection?

Lucas figured Connor wouldn't care about the car repair cost. It must've been Chloe's thoughtless act of leaving a thousand dollars that made it seem like an insult, causing Connor to hold a grudge all this time. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Connor remained silent, so Chloe confidently approached. Holding up her glass, she said, "Three years ago, I was blind to your greatness, Mr. Connor, and for that, I apologize."

Chloe added, "I hope Mr. Connor can be magnanimous and not hold a grudge against me."

But Connor just laughed. It was a cold laugh, his lips curving up, making his face seem almost bewitching. His eyes slightly lifted, his voice dripping with malice. "Mrs. Moncada, you think a single glass of wine can erase three years of pent-up frustration?"

The crowd was in shock. They couldn't help but think that the King of Eldridge was indeed petty. He was holding onto a grudge over a minor car scratch for three full years and troubling a young girl in such a setting. He truly was vengeful.

While everyone reminded themselves never to cross him, they also sympathized with Chloe.

"What would it take for Mr. Connor to let go of his anger?"

Connor picked up a bottle of whiskey from the table, "One glass won't do, but a bottle, perhaps."

The crowd was speechless. Forcing a frail woman to drink a whole bottle of strong whiskey could be deadly, right? But someone was already pouring the drink. A whole bottle could fill ten glasses, and they were neatly lined up on the table. Connor's gaze was fixed on Chloe, "Please."

Chloe thought, 'If a bottle of whiskey could sever our tumultuous past, it isn't a bad deal.' She stepped forward, picking up one of the glasses. "Mr. Connor, you're a man of your word, so I will drink these, and our grievances will be settled. You must also let go of your bias against Moncada International and at least give them a fair chance in the bid."

"Of course," his voice surprisingly carried a hint of pleasure.

As Chloe was about to drink, someone whispered nearby. "Mrs. Moncada is so formidable, both beautiful and bold, but her husband really doesn't measure up."

"Exactly, at a time like this, he's letting his woman take the lead while he doesn't utter a word. He acts like a freeloader."

"She is all in for the benefit of Moncada International, and he seems indifferent."

"He's not even trying to protect his own wife."

These words clearly reached Lucas' ears. His face turned from pale to flushed. How could these people blindly judge, failing to see that Chloe was the one who had caused the trouble in the first place?

But Lucas, of course, had his pride as a man. He directly snatched the glass from Chloe's hands, saying, "She's my wife, and I'm willing to apologize to Mr. Connor for her mistake. I'll drink these in her stead."

Lucas expected Connor to refuse and was surprised when he said, "Mr. Lucas, you are a good husband."

"Drink up."