Chapter 3

Seizing the moment, Chloe quickly looked up and kissed him on the lips.

Connor froze for a moment but made no move to push her away.

"Connor, when are you and Harper breaking up?"

"I can't wait to be with you. Do you know how upset I get seeing you with her every day?"

Chloe whined, sounding incredibly wronged.

Connor's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

Finally, he hugged Chloe, patting her back gently, as if comforting a child.

"Just wait a little longer."

"It won't be much longer."

The two of them, intimately embraced, looked exactly like a couple.

I scoffed and didn't watch any longer.

Back in the private room, after a few more drinks, the party broke up. As we headed to the underground parking garage, Liam suddenly pulled me in front of a top-of-the-line Porsche and asked if I liked it.

I nodded, puzzled.

I assumed it was his new car and was about to compliment him when Liam suddenly pressed a car key into my hand.

"It's for you."

He winked at me.

"Your car is such a wreck, I couldn't stand it anymore. I got you a new one."

I was about to refuse, but he seemed to know what I was going to say and cut me off. "I heard Connor got a new car for the new hire at your company. She has such terrible skills and gets to drive a luxury car; you certainly shouldn't be any worse off than her."

"Speaking of which, I've seen some of the things that new hire has 'produced.' Her style is different every time. It's clearly plagiarized. I have no idea how she even stays at the company..."

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but Liam was completely unreserved, grumbling on and on about Chloe.

I remained silent.

He was right. Those projects were all things I and other members of my team had worked on.

Almost every time, just as they were nearing completion, Connor would demand they be transferred to Chloe.

That's why Chloe's "style" always varied.

Liam wasn't even at the company, yet he could see the truth.

But Connor, for some reason, couldn't.

I thanked Liam. After chatting for a few more minutes, I headed home.

When I opened the door, Connor was already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Where were you?"

He seemed to be in a good mood; his tone was much lighter.

The image of him and Chloe embracing in the hotel flashed in my mind again.

My stomach churned.

"Out to dinner with a friend," I said calmly, walking straight towards my room.

After just two steps, Connor suddenly stopped me, frowning. "You drank?"

"Didn't I tell you not to drink when I'm not around?"

I couldn't help but scoff.

His words meant I was only allowed to drink when I was entertaining clients for him.

I didn't say anything.

But Connor seemed to have thought of something and suddenly smiled, a hint of smugness on his face.

"You're still mad about me going out with Chloe, right? If you don't want me to have dinner with her alone, just say so. Is it really worth drinking this much over?"

"You're overthinking it. My drinking has nothing to do with you two."

I was tired, so I sat down on a stool.

"However, I do have something I want to tell you."

"What is it?"

Assuming I was about to apologize and soften up, Connor's tone grew even more self-satisfied.

"Let me tell you upfront, it's too late to apologize now. I'm really angry with you because of what happened this afternoon."

"Don't think a simple apology will make me forgive you."

Saying this, he rolled his eyes at me.

I pretended not to see it and spoke. "I..."

Before I could finish, his phone rang.

Connor glanced down.

I noticed the caller ID was Chloe.

"Just a moment, I need to take this."

Without another thought for me, Connor lifted his hand to answer the call.

Watching his indifferent, decisive back, I spoke calmly.

"Let's break up, Connor."

The moment I said it, Connor's body seemed to stiffen abruptly.