Billionaire's Match

Chapter 122 The living room fell into a hushed quiet. Khloe's concerned questions came one after another, each word gradually wearing down Nick's defenses. "Khloe." Nick's voice suddenly deepened, heavy and low. "I really am fine." Hearing her name, Khloe felt a jolt in her chest, as if awakening from a dream. She paused, suddenly aware of herself-was she overstepping? "|... 'm sorry. | know I may be bothering you by saying so much. But no matter if you like hearing it or not, | have to say it: your health is the most important thing. You must care for yourself first.

| don't want to see you hurt over anything because..." Her words trailed off abruptly. "Because what?" His voice softened, his dark eyes glistening, fixed intently on the crease between her brows. "Because..." Khloe bit her lip, her voice tinged with sadness. "...| would feel heartbroken." The last few words were barely audible, yet Nick caught them clearly. ---- "Khloe..." His hoarse voice softened even further, like a damp. string pressed against her chest. "Do you know what it means to say that to a sick man?" Khloe froze, but before she could reply, he spoke again, "Khloe...

you." His breath pressed through the screen, hot and urgent against her ears. Even for a brief moment, he longed for her presence, simply her being there. No words, no action-just her beside him It was the first time in his life Nick had felt such intense longing, a yearning so strong it left him uncertain and unsteady. "Where

so much. Don't worry. | just have a cold, and I've taken medicine. It's late, so you should rest too... I'll see you when | get back." Nick spoke in a steady stream, clearly trying hard to reassure her. The final words softened her heart completely. Khloe nodded. Not wanting to keep him any longer, she hung up, ----