Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Soon enough, the police showed up.

Chloe didn't know a word of French, but the boy in the white shirt, who had stepped in earlier, was chatting with the officers in perfect French.

Next thing she knew, the cops were hauling away the blonde guy and the one with the dreadlocks.

The boy in white then ran over to Chloe.

At that moment, Chloe was sitting on a bench in the square. One of her high heels had snapped in half, and her ankle was swollen. Chloe was gently massaging her ankle.

The boy noticed. He rushed over, concerned, and asked, "Miss, are you okay?"

Chloe looked up, pretending to be stern. "If it weren't for your heroics, I'd be fine."

The boy's face turned beet red. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were so capable." He figured it out then.

She had been fixing the buckle on her heel but was actually timing her kick perfectly. If he hadn't suddenly lunged, she wouldn't have had to pull back and wouldn't have twisted her ankle.

Taking in the boy's blushing cheeks and guilty look, Chloe suddenly laughed. "Kid, I'm just messing with you."

"You stepped in when I was in danger, reacted quickly, handled the situation decisively, and showed a lot of courage. You did great, and I'm really thankful you helped me.

"And the way you rushed over, it was very cool!"

A big smile spread across the boy's face. He was a bit embarrassed by the praise, scratching his tousled golden hair.

“I didn't think much at the time. As a guy, I couldn't stand by and watch two men bully a woman.”

Chloe laughed heartily. "What's your name?"

"I'm Pax. What's your name?"

Chloe tossed her wavy hair. "I'm Chloe."

"So, Chloe, where do you live? Let me walk you back."

With her swollen ankle, Chloe found it tough to walk without help, so she didn't refuse. "At the WORLD Hotel. Thanks for the help."

Pax's eyes lit up, "What a coincidence, I'm staying at the WORLD too."

After he said this, Chloe began to reassess the boy.

WORLD Hotel was the only

seven-star hotel in Paris, and not et

just anyone could stay there. Even the most basic room costs six-figure sum in euros per night.

Only the ultra-wealthy can afford to stay there, and this boy in front of her was dressed very simply in a plain white T-shirt. It looked like the clothing of a sportswear brand you'd find in any supermarket. His pants and shoes also looked regular.

Though dressed simply, he looked extremely fresh and clean, giving off a very comfortable vibe.

It wasn't that Chloe judged people by their looks. Chloe was just purely curious.

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Pax seemed to catch on to Chloe's、 confusion, pinching the hem of his white T-shirt. "I'm not some r

kid.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

I sing at the hotel's rooftops?s

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Chloe smiled, "Good, I'm not really into befriending rich guys."

Pax paused for a moment. Then he said, "So, you mean we're friends now?"

"Of course."

Pax stepped forward to support Chloe. "Do you hate rich guys?"

Chloe thought for a moment. "Not really, it's just that I currently find one particularly annoying."

The image of Connor flashed in Chloe's mind. Funny enough, he bore a slight resemblance to the boy in front of her. Chloe felt a bit of self-contempt.

Was she thinking of Connor so much that, upon encountering a cute face in a foreign land, she linked the two together?