Billionaire's Match

Chapter 86 A quiet ripple of emotion stirred in Khloe's chest. Moments like this-so gentle, surrounded by a kind stepmother, and the warm, patient care of Grandpa Leon and Grandma Loretta-brought her a sense of familial comfort she had never truly known before. Nick arrived precisely at eight. The moment he stepped into the banquet hall, the room seemed to hold its breath.

Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, his posture impeccable, he moved under the crystal chandeliers in a way that made every light catch the planes of his face, enhancing the striking beauty and commanding presence he carried effortlessly. He approached Khloe's side, and in an instant, the hall fell silent. Everyone's attention locked onto the pair, though they only stood at the side of the room. The glow of the chandeliers seemed to conspire, focusing all brilliance on them. For a few moments, it was impossible to find words that could describe the effortless harmony between the two.

"Mr. Hunt, you've arrived." Khloe quickened her steps, closing the small distance, her smile gentle but luminous. Her eyes, framed by the soft warmth of her makeup, seemed capable of melting even the coldest ice. Nick paused, caught off guard, then nodded. "Sorry, I'm late." "Not at all," she said softly, "your timing is just right." She slid her arm into his, and a strange, grounding sensation anchored him in place. The MC had just finished a short introduction and invited them to the stage to exchange rings.

the rings with quiet pride. The rings were everything Nick had chosen with meticulous care: sleek, elegant, impossibly well-crafted. The diamonds alone were enough to make anyone envy them, but the value was secondary to the symbolism they now held. When Khloe's finger slipped into the ring, a surge of feeling rolled through her-gratitude, awe, a

even more captivating than the jewelry. "You look beautiful tonight, Khloe." The words fell low and steady, yet close enough that her heart fluttered uncontrollably. His voice, calm but deeply resonant, carried a gravity that made her breath hitch. "Thank you." Her cheeks warmed. She lifted her eyes and met his gaze. Usually so cold, those eyes now held a depth, as if countless stars had

in the cascade of applause, he drew her gently into his side. Khloe's face flushed, though she maintained an air of composure. Nick's touch was careful, measured-a 1/2