Billionaire's Match

Khloe felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of cold water over her-angry, anxious, and slightly shocked. Seeing how seriously she took the matter, Nick's lingering jealousy finally melted away. He had known all along: Khloe would never give Trey an inch of mercy. "Supporting the Fox Group doesn't harm the Morrison family much, but having Trey running in and out of Morrison Group, constantly crossing paths with you, will inevitably draw criticism," he said. The damage was minor, but the disruption was immense.

With a single sentence, Nick had cut straight to Ethan's unscrupulous intentions. He didn't expect one move to crush Khloe, but there was no shortage of schemes and underhanded tricks. "What's your plan?" Khloe asked. The Morrison family's maneuvers could only be countered strategically. But Nick was confident-they wouldn't dare act openly against Khloe. All they could attempt were petty tricks, which Khloe was more than capable of handling herself. Indeed, as soon as he finished speaking, Khloe's lips curved into a knowing smile, as if an idea had just occurred to her.

"Since they're so fond of the Fox Group, let's wish them a happy collaboration," she said lightly. "Do you want me to do anything?" Nick asked. He noticed a strange gleam in her eyes-not tenderness, but something sharper. He intertwined his fingers with hers, his thumb brushing the diamond ring on her ring finger. Khloe let out a soft laugh and suddenly leaned her head onto his shoulder, whispering a few words. Nick's expression barely shifted, though the faintest lift at the corner of his lips and the softened glow in his eyes betrayed his approval. "Perfect," he murmured.

yet now their breathing, their presence, was etched into her bones. How could she not feel anything for a man like him? For a body like his? Yet, Nick held her each night with perfect restraint. Respectful...

drawing her gaze. When he didn't respond, she reached out carefully. Just as her fingers brushed his lashes, Nick's eyes opened. "What?" "I wanted to count your eyelashes," she whispered. 1/2 Chacter 248 +25 Bonus Nick stared at her. His dark eyes betrayed

back, but he drew her closer into his chest. The warmth of his body pressed through the thin fabric of his sleepwear, soothing against her skin. "I have an important assignment next week," he whispered, lips nearly brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I'll be on a business