Billionaire's Match

Chapter 82 Khloe opened the door, bracing herself, only to find not Nick standing there-but the manager from the luxury boutique she'd visited that afternoon. In his hands were two exquisitely wrapped boxes, tied with golden satin ribbons, clearly containing something precious. "Miss Roswell," the manager said respectfully, holding the boxes out to her, "these are from Mr. and Mrs. Hunt. They asked me to deliver them to you. The dresses and jewelry you tried on this afternoon have been altered to your measurements." Khloe froze, eyes wide. "For me?" she muttered.

Her gaze fell on the labels on the sides of the boxes-her exact measurements, and the style number of the white mermaid gown she'd tried on earlier, the very one Nick's grandmother had immediately favored. Only now did it click: the excuse about helping choose dresses for their granddaughter-in-law... she had been the granddaughter-in-law they were referring to. The dresses and jewelry had been meant for her from the beginning. "I... thank you for bringing these over," she managed, taking the boxes.

She closed the door and placed them carefully on her desk, barely having a moment to process before her phone buzzed. This time, it was Nick calling-and at that very moment, the familiar chime of the doorbell echoed outside. He was already at her door, phone in hand. "Open up. I know they're here," his voice cut through the air like ice, striking her chest. Khloe took a deep breath and steeled herself. "Mr. Hunt, I... I didn't mean to deceive you..." she began, her words tripping over themselves. She had only yielded to the elders' persistent requests.

storm. "My dear grandson..." his grandmother's voice wavered; she didn't dare meet his gaze. His grandfather quickly turned his head away. "Don't look at me-I was dragged along by your grandmother!" "Let me guess," Nick's voice sliced through, "I'm the last to know about the engagement banquet?" His

he cut in, a hint of exasperation threading through his words." You really believed you could handle something this big

the cold edge in his voice had already softened considerably as he turned. "I'm not upset with you. Don't read into it," he added, as if sensing her concern. "I'm upset because my grandparents came rushing over without telling anyone and tried to arrange everything so abruptly." Khloe exhaled, relief washing over her, and then her thoughts turned to the elders' intentions.