Billionaire's Match

Chapter 97 As Khloe spoke, she noticed the maid who had just been tending to Loretta sneaking glances at them from the corner. She shot Nick a quick look. He caught it in his peripheral vision but didn't need to turn-he already knew what it meant. "My family's always like this," Nick said lightly. "You'll get used to it. Next time, if it's inconvenient, you can just say no." Khloe shook her head. "Actually, I wanted to see you today. I've secured the Morrison project, and your help played a big part in that. I really do want to thank you properly." "It was nothing," Nick said softly.

"You don't need to thank me." "It's not just courtesy," she said with a small smile. "I mean it. I really want to do something for you. Let me think -how should I thank you?" Her words trailed off, almost like she was talking to herself. Nick wasn't someone who lacked anything, and for a moment, she truly couldn't think of what would be meaningful. "Thank me?" Nick repeated. He hadn't expected her to say that. Yet, for some reason, the idea stirred a faint, inexplicable anticipation in him. "Have you had dinner yet, Nick?" she asked suddenly, her eyes brightening as she looked up at him.

tone holding a trace of genuine surprise. No one had ever thought to thank him with something so simple. "Well, maybe not as good as your chefs," she said shyly, "but... I'd say I'm pretty decent." She had reason to be confident. Khloe had learned to take care of herself early on-whenever she wanted to eat

learned more about Nick's childhood. His mother had passed away young, and his father was always busy with work. There had been no one to care for him. Out of guilt, Loretta had taken him overseas, but only a few years later, when Nick's grandfather fell ill, she

and bone. Those stories had changed how Khloe saw him. He wasn't the golden boy born with a silver spoon-he'd just