Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Quickly, she got up and turned to Connor.

Connor's eyes were already open. The dreadful pallor on his face had gained a bit of color.

He looked incredibly weak, his voice barely a whisper, but he still managed to speak.

"Marry me, will you?"

Chloe's tears poured down like a waterfall. She plopped down on the beach, sobbing uncontrollably.

She's clike a child. It had been years since Chloe had cried like this. Her tears were a storm, breaking the calm around them.

Even Connor, drained of all strength, propped himself up on his arms, moved by her cries. He clumsily tried to comfort her: "Alright, alright, don't cry. The sea didn't drown me, but your tears just might." Finally, Chloe couldn't hold back any longer and hugged Connor tightly. She cried for a long time, holding onto Connor.

And Connor held her just as tightly in return, as if he had reclaimed a lost treasure.

By evening, they had finally calmed down.

Chloe asked, "What exactly happened?"

Connor recounted the events that had transpired. Only then did Chloe learn that Connor, knowing she had jumped into the sea, had searched for her in the helicopter amidst the storm for ages. Eventually, the storm had swept him into the vast ocean.

He too had drifted for a long time. He barely remembered being rescued and thought he had slept on a cruise ship for what felt like forever.

Someone had even brought him meals.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on the sandy beach of this island. Everything felt like a dream. Listening, Chloe also found it hard to believe.

Truth be told, while drifting in the sea, she too had seen flickering lights several times. Could their meeting here really be a coincidence arranged by fate?

Regardless, being alive and reunited was a miracle in itself.

Chloe took Connor to her bamboo hut.

Connor watched the two-story bamboo hut with an attic, incredulous, "You built this house?"

Chloe nodded, "Gotta keep busy on the island, keeps the mind from wandering."

Connor was deeply impressed, "Where'd you learn all these skills?"

Chloe smiled, "From an old geezer who refuses to kick the bucket."

Connor was incredibly curious. He felt Chloe's past was shrouded in mystery.

He went inside to lie down.

Thanks to its unique construction and the coolness of the bamboo, the hut felt as refreshing as an air-conditioned room. Connor patted the space beside him, and Chloe lay down next to him.

Connor turned on his side and drew Chloe into his arms. He didn't know how long he had been adrift at sea. It felt like he had been in a long dream. Every second without Chloe was torment, as if he were in hell. As he piloted the helicopter through. the storm again and again, he had lost all hope. He just wanted to find Chloe's body. Towards the end, he wasn't sure if he was hallucinating.

He saw a five-year-old Chloe, with pigtail braids and a lollipop in her mouth, was sitting on an oak tree, waving at him.

So, in the end, he didn't know if it was the storm or his own will that had destroyed his plane. He was swept into the boundless, despairing deep sea.

At this moment, as he held her tightly in his arms, feeling her real warmth, Connor's tears flowed freely.