Billionaire's Match

Chapter 117 Trey stepped into Khloe's room, and memories of the past came flooding back. Not long after their marriage, Fox Group had landed several critical projects. Khloe had thrown herself into work so completely that she even noticed Trey's unease and voluntarily gave up their honeymoon. Later, she would often stay up late alone to negotiate deals. To avoid disturbing him, she moved into the side bedroom, sleeping apart. Trey slowly sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand over the neatly made sheets. The bedding was simple and elegant.

He didn't know the brand, but he recalled the servants saying that every item in the house-big or small-had been personally selected by Khloe whenever she could find the time. Every single decoration in his room bore her touch. When he looked up, it was as if she were standing there before him, her face radiant with a smile. Her eyes had always been pure and bright, revealing no weakness no matter how difficult the situation. Her presence alone had always been enough to make him feel safe. "Madam?" Trey's reverie was broken as a servant pushed open the door.

room as if unconsciously searching for traces of her presence, his attention to detail and patience unusually meticulous. "Madam moved out a month ago," the servant replied. A month? It had been a whole month since she left. And

to find it neatly arranged with small gifts and letters-tokens from the time he had courted Khloe in university. Back then, his family was strict, and he had little pocket money, most of which went to Angela. The most expensive gift he had ever given Khloe was a hairpin worth a few hundred dollars; the rest were delicate

her. Even the letters he had written impulsively, trying to be romantic, had been preserved with care. Sometimes, he had copied a poem she liked just to show thoughtfulness, and she had treasured it all this time. Even the envelopes remained pristine. A heavy weight suddenly settled in Trey's chest, pressing