Billionaire's Match

Seeing that Khloe seemed to finally be a little more cooperative, Trey felt a measure of relief. Even if she didn't return home, it was convenient for him to take care of Angela and Pete-but appearances still had to be maintained. Otherwise, Khloe's constant sulking would be a headache. "Can't I have a little space for myself? Must everything revolve around you and the Fox Group? I said it already-I enjoy living alone, so if there's nothing important, don't look for me." Khloe's voice was ice-cold, stripped of pretense. She didn't even want to act anymore.

Trey, however, still thought she was just sulking. "Khloe, I know you've wanted personal space these past two years of marriage. But you know I can't live without you... these days, I've really missed you..." Before Khloe could reply, a sudden cry rang out across the store. Angela had collapsed! Trey's reaction was instinctive. He dashed forward, parting the crowd, and held her firmly in his arms. "Angela!" Her face was pale, as if she had gone into sudden shock. He called her name repeatedly and, without a second thought, carried her straight to the parking garage.

He didn't even pause to acknowledge Khloe, who was still standing in place. True feelings are stronger than any performance. He hadn't even finished acting yet before rushing to comfort his one true love. After all, after pouring ten years of feelings into the marriage, and getting deceived for six years, one look was enough to know who mattered most to Trey. Khloe could only stand there in silent disbelief, suddenly realizing how unlucky she'd been to encounter them today. That evening, as soon as Khloe got home, she called Nick.

wanted to ask... Would you be free for dinner tomorrow?" There was a pause on the other end, as if he were waiting for something. He glanced at Lenny beside

reviewing his packed schedule, Nick's expression remained calm as he replied. Lenny froze. Should he remind him? Tomorrow's agenda was notoriously unmovable! "Really?" Khloe's voice

Lenny noticed the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his boss's lips. "Sir... tomorrow's schedule..." "Is there a special occasion tomorrow?" Nick asked, as if he hadn't heard Lenny's warning. "Tomorrow..." Lenny hurriedly pulled out his phone to check. "Ah, sir, tomorrow is Valentine's day!" Realization dawned on him. "I understand now! Miss Roswell is