Billionaire's Match

Khloe didn't need to ask. She already knew Nick must have been standing outside for quite a while again. It was late, but the moment she saw him, all traces of sleepiness vanished from Khloe. Nick had been coming over more often lately, so she'd stocked the guest room with men's essentials-new toothpaste, razors, even two sets of pajamas. "I noticed you like black silk sleepwear, so I bought two different styles," Khloe said gently as she handed them to him. Caring for people came naturally to her.

These things were second nature, nothing worth mentioning-or so she thought. But Nick froze. He looked up at her, a complicated surge of emotion churning in his eyes. "These... when did you prepare them?" "I went out during lunch break today," she replied casually. "I checked a few stores and compared the fabrics. These are similar to what you usually wear." Her tone was light, as if she were talking about something utterly insignificant. She was used to arranging everything for those around her-especially for those she had already claimed as her own.

"Thank you for putting so much thought into me." He said it with unmistakable seriousness, almost solemn. Khloe smiled. "It's nothing. Just small things. You don't have to be so formal-" "They're not small things." Nick cut her off, his voice firm. "Not to me." He stepped closer, shortening the distance between them, and looked down at her intently. "Khloe, remember this.

Almost instinctively, her thoughts drifted to the past. She had once taken meticulous care

carefully treasured by someone. Nick sensed the shift in her mood at once. He didn't press her, only reached out and gently pulled her into his embrace. "Khloe," he said softly, "is there something you wanted to tell me today?" Her thoughts snapped back. She nodded and explained