Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chapter 230

Chloe quickly made her way back to the hotel. Pax had picked up some medicine for her, and after applying it, the pain significantly subsided. She figured the swelling would be gone by tomorrow.

"I have a performance at midnight. Wanna come and watch?" Pax asked.

Chloe waved him off with a smile. "I'm getting too old for late nights. Beauty sleep calls at ten. Maybe next time.”

Pax didn't push it any further. After swapping contact info with Chloe, he left.

In truth, Chloe wasn't even close to falling asleep at midnight. She just wasn't in the mood to go out.

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Early the next morning, Chloe got a message from Pax: [Hey, how's your foot?]

Chloe chuckled. He had such nice skin and was slim and clean-cut. His eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, almost as if they had their own light. His hair was a soft, fluffy gold, practically begging to be tousled. When he smiled, his eyes would crinkle, and a tiny dimple would appear on his left cheek, making him both dashing and adorable. His voice had a natural sweetness to it. It was clear like a mountain breeze, making him sound like an incredibly charming and endearing young man.

She quickly replied: [All good now.]

Pax wasted no time responding: [I'm having breakfast at the restaurant. Wanna join?]

Chloe didn't think twice: [Sure thing]

She felt a special kinship. Maybe it was because of the comfort of meeting someone in a foreign land who spoke the same language and was from the same country. Or maybe it was Pax's infectious smile that was so uplifting. Chloe genuinely enjoyed his company.

They spent the day visiting the Eiffel Tower, sipping coffee by the Seine, exploring an art gallery, and even catching a small concert. The day flew by, and Chloe was in high spirits.

That evening, they went back to the hotel restaurant for dinner. Still buzzing with excitement, Pax asked, "Where do you want to go tomorrow?"

Chloe smiled, "I won't have time. I'm here for the Paris Design Contest."

Pax grinned, his dimple showing. "So, you're a designer? No wonder you've got that vibe."

Chloe asked curiously, "And what about you?"

"I'm just a exchange student. But I'm pretty broke, so I juggle a lot of part-time jobs to cover tuition and living expenses-singing in bars, tutoring, sometimes even modeling and acting," he explained.

Chloe nodded; it was pretty much what she had guessed. "After the contest, I'll be heading back home. We might not get another chance to meet. But if you ever come home, hit me up. I'll treat you to a meal."

Pax's eyes twinkled as he smiled. "Definitely. I'll come find you.”

After dinner, Pax suddenly said, "You wanna come to my performance tonight. It's at nine."

Chloe was taken aback. "Didn't you say midnight?" She had already planned to check out the rooftop bar that evening.

Pax scratched his head. "The time got changed. It's at nine now."