Billionaire's Match

Khloe nodded. She remembered that Nick didn't like sweets. Ahe asked if he could handle spicy food. When he paused for a second, she understood immediately. "All right," she said softly. "No sweets, no spice for Nick." "A little is fine," Nick replied. He wasn't picky, though he rarely ate anything with a strong flavor. Khloe didn't press further. She tied an apron around her waist and began to cook. The kitchen was semi-open, so her every movement was visible from where he sat.

Her quiet focus and the way she moved seemed to draw his gaze, and he found he couldn't look away. For the first time, he began to understand why his grandparents-those two old, persistent matchmakers-kept worrying about his marriage. In a family like the Hunts, affection was always secondary to profit. His parents had separated before he was even born. Only his grandparents had truly loved each other, sharing nearly a lifetime together.

you plan to bury yourself in work forever? Wouldn't it be nice, when you come home, to have someone cook a meal for you, or simply sit and eat with you?'

chef-I just put it together. When I used to cook for friends, I'd make even more." Her voice was soft and musical. Something in her tone, in

she said, smiling, lips pressed together nervously. Nick withdrew his gaze. "It must be nice to be your friend." "Of course," she replied lightly, her delicate features softening into a smile. "I never hold back when it comes to people I care about." "Then being your husband must be even better," Nick said calmly. The

Chapter ha +25 Bonus "Don't underestimate yourself," he said, meeting her eyes for a moment. "It's really good." Watching him eat and actually enjoy it filled her with a quiet sense of satisfaction. After dinner, Nick suddenly seemed to remember something. "By the way," he said,