Billionaire's Match

Chapter 149 The temperature had dropped outside, and the night was cold. A thin layer of chill clung to the folds of Nick's coat. Khloe's gentle gesture eased some of the gloom weighing on Nick, but he still slowly pushed her away. "It's late. You should go rest.' "Nick... are you mad at me?" Khloe asked, a trace of surprise in her voice. Seeing him start to walk away, she reached out and held him back. "No," Nick replied immediately, though there was a slight hesitation in his tone, a stiff edge he couldn't conceal.

"Was it because I forgot you'd be coming tonight, or that I didn't reply to your message?" Khloe's voice softened, almost taking on a coquettish note, though she didn't realize it. Being near Nick seemed to melt the ice around her heart in an instant. Nick said nothing. He had never been overly close with anyone, and he had long grown accustomed to farewells, indifference, and being forgotten. But tonight, while waiting for Khloe, a strange discomfort gripped him. He dared not call her, yet feared she might not respond if he did.

me, okay?" Khloe suddenly wrapped her arms lightly around his waist from behind. Her voice dropped, tinged with guilt and coaxing warmth. "Next time I'll reply right away, and I'll never forget what you

turned to unlock the door, taking his hand as they entered her home. Inside, she turned on the lights, changed her shoes, and retrieved a brand-new pair of men's slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them at his feet.