Billionaire's Match

Chapter 166 It was the very same drink she'd made for Nick that evening. Khloe took a cautious sip. The flavor was sharp, tingling, yet her mind involuntarily flashed to the image of him leaning close to her side. Outside, Nick carried a cold, composed persona, but at home... he was surprisingly clingy. Wherever she went, he followed. By eleven o'clock, Khloe had dozed off on the living room sofa, only to be jolted awake by her phone vibrating. "Hello?" she murmured, still groggy.

On the other end, Nick's voice sounded close, almost brushing against her ear: "Are you asleep?" "N-no, not yet..." Khloe rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up, her voice clearing. "Why are you calling at this hour? Finished work?" "Mm." His tone was magnetic, teasing in that low, husky way that always sent shivers down her spine. "I missed you." Khloe felt the warmth of alcohol rise again, her ears flushing. "I... missed you too," she whispered, immediately regretting it. Fearing he'd say more, she quickly added, "I wanted to have dinner with you tonight... I even bought a bunch of things.

to eat with you, I shouldn't have gone to that meeting today," he said softly. "No... work comes first. Whatever you want to eat, there'll be other chances." Like he said, they still had plenty of time. The thought brought a subtle smile to her lips. "Where are you now?" Nick asked suddenly. "At home." "Where at home?" There was an almost imperceptible urgency in his voice. "On the sofa," she

flamed red, and she glanced down at her soft silk sleepwear, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "...Why do you suddenly ask that?" A brief silence passed through the line. Then his voice, low and tender, brushed over her like a feather across her heart. "Open the door. I want to see you now." Khloe's eyes widened in surprise; her heart skipped a beat. Almost instinctively, she sprang from the sofa like a startled butterfly,

carried the cool night air with him, a coat draped over his shoulders, tie loosened, exuding a casual, worn elegance. Yet his eyes... those deep, luminous eyes shone like condensed starlight, impossible to ignore. "Nick, you..." Seeing her, his lips curved into an almost imperceptibly gentle smile, softening every sharp line of his face.