Billionaire's Match

Chapter 135 For some reason, the more Khloe looked at Nick's sharp, flawless face, the more she wanted to tease him. In the past, watching horror films had always been about chasing a thrill. But tonight wasn't about that. Tonight, she wanted to see Nick get a little stirred. "I don't believe in ghosts," Nick said, his gaze leaving the screen to sweep over her face as she leaned closer. The bluish glow of the TV cast delicate shadows across her features. Stray strands of hair framed her face, her eyes still holding a trace of last night's intoxication-beautiful enough to make one lose focus.

"Well then, since you're braver than I am, if I get scared and scream, you'll protect me, right?" "Of course." Nick reached out and gently pressed her shoulder against him. "If you feel uncomfortable, lean on me. It'll make you feel safer." And it did. With Nick by her side, Khloe found herself unable to focus on the horror unfolding on the screen. Nothing seemed frightening anymore. She completely relaxed-and not long after, her body sank from the sofa beside him directly onto his crossed thighs.

Nick froze for a moment, then murmured her name softly, only to realize she had already fallen asleep. On the screen, the movie reached a scene where a ghost appeared and the protagonist ran screaming. Nick quickly muted the volume. The next morning, Khloe woke to find herself curled up on her soft, comfortable bed. Immediately, she thought of Nick. Last night, they had watched the movie together in the living room, leaning against each other. She couldn't recall the plot, but she remembered... the feeling of him being there beside her.

She had assumed he would have left already. His shirt collar was casually undone, and only a thin blanket covered him. He lay on his side, curled slightly. Despite the sofa's size, his tall frame made it look cramped, as if the space itself struggled to accommodate him. "Nick..." Khloe crouched beside him,

fully recovered from his recent illness... Yet, his breathing was steady and deep, and she couldn't bring herself to disturb him. After that soft call, she simply stayed there, quietly watching, her gaze lingering on his face. 1 His eyelashes were so long, casting gentle shadows

still clouded with the haze of sleep, yet the moment it focused on her, it darkened sharply. He didn't move but just looked at her, caught somewhere between dream and wakefulness. "Peeking at me?" His voice was low, husky from sleep-not a question, but with a faint trace of amusement. Khloe froze, her

did you sleep on the sofa last night?" "I was a little tired. Wanted to rest... and accidentally fell asleep." Nick's voice was low