Billionaire's Match

Chapter 73 She was enduring this much pain, and still insisted on working past midnight? "I'm... sorry for troubling you..." Khloe pressed herself against his chest, her breath shallow and weak. She had no strength left, but for some reason, being held by Nick-his body warm and steady-made the pain feel less unbearable. "You don't need to apologize to me." "... But... you... you're the only one... I could reach..." Her voice was barely more than a whisper, almost lost in the downpour outside. Yet every word cut straight through him, leaving a bitter twist in his chest.

He regretted letting his earlier tone be too sharp. "Yes. You can always call me." He said it softly this time. The rain hammered the city as he rushed, without an umbrella, sheltering her with his coat, and carried her safely into the car. He himself was soaked through, but she-finally succumbing to exhaustion-fell asleep in the passenger seat. Nick watched her tense face, took a deep breath, and draped a blanket over her before calling the household staff. He instructed them to prepare hot water, painkillers, and ready her room.

prepared, helping her change and freshen up, while he waited

it was remarkable-Nick was actually taking care of someone. The doctor said softly, "Don't worry, Mr. Hunt. I've given Miss Roswell a painkiller. She's physically weak, low on energy. A full check-up would be best later." "Why hasn't she woken yet?" "She's exhausted... overworked,"

even changed clothes. A servant reminded him he could go, but as he moved, he felt a tug at his pant leg. His gaze fell: her small, unconscious hand was gripping him. She was still asleep, brow furrowed, pallid, lips