Billionaire's Match

"Don't be shy, silly girl!" Loretta exclaimed, noticing the tiny expression flicker across Khloe's face. Suddenly, it all made sense. She'd long forgotten the giddy, fluttering excitement of young love and had almost overlooked Khloe's pure-hearted nature. But this was perfect! Despite his age and commanding presence in the outside world, Nick was just as innocent at heart. Loretta leaned close to Khloe's ear. "Then tonight, let him sleep on the sofa." "Absolutely not!" Khloe immediately protested. "He won't rest well there." Loretta laughed uncontrollably.

"Ah, so this is what it's like to be married-already worrying about your husband? 11 "Grandma, I'm not-" Khloe floundered, completely flustered, and could only tug on Loretta's arm in a playful, helpless gesture. "Hush now, you two can handle your own affairs. I just want you to feel comfortable at home," Loretta said, patting Khloe's hand. "Nick treasures you, don't worry. He'll come to understand you more each day." With a cheerful smile, she left, not wanting to keep Khloe from resting. Once alone, Khloe returned to the bed.

Her fingers brushed across the smooth, silky sheets, but her mind was ablaze with memories of the past few days with Nick. Her heart and her gaze both burned with warmth. Two hours had passed since Nick returned from the phone call with his father. Only the two bedside lamps lit the room, casting a soft, muted glow. "Khloe?" Nick called gently, assuming she had fallen asleep. "I'm here." But the voice didn't come from the bed-it came from behind him. Turning around, he saw her curled up on the wide sofa, absorbed in a game on her phone. Sitting up, the blanket slipped off her shoulders.

chest, and her loose white lace sleepwear draped over her delicate frame. She looked like a soft, fragrant porcelain doll. "Why are you on the sofa?" Nick asked, loosening the collar of his shirt as he sat beside her. Her subtle fragrance enveloped him, easing the tension in his brów, Almost instinctively, he wrapped an arm around her waist. "I was waiting for you," Khloe said, her eyes sparkling. "Are you done talking with your dad?" "Yes."

"Talking to him... it's exhausting." Khloe didn't reply, only lifted her hand to gently stroke his hair, a soothing gesture. "Then rest early. Take a shower, and go to sleep." 1 1/2 Chapter 187 +25 Bonus Every time she spoke softly like this, Nick felt as if she were coaxing a child, and

sleep apart from me?" "I'm not..." Her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, her head lowered and lips bitten in nervousness. Before she could finish, Nick lifted her effortlessly into his arms. Khloe gasped lightly and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. He strode steadily across the room, placing her gently on the bed. In his arms, she was as small and delicate as a fawn.