Billionaire's Match

Khloe froze for a moment, clearly not expecting Nick's question. She set down her fork and met his deep gaze on the screen, pausing before replying. "Would you ever lie to me? Or betray me?" "No," Nick answered without a trace of hesitation, his tone resolute and unwavering. "There will never be such a day." A smile broke across Khloe's face. "Then I won't either. My ruthlessness is reserved only for those who betray or hurt me. But you...

you are the one I will walk next to, no matter what happens." These were not empty sweet words, but a heartfelt promise, tempered by life's trials and forged into genuine commitment. Nick felt as if something inside him had been filled completely, a profound warmth and sense of peace spreading through his body. He opened his mouth to speak, but his gaze fell on the bowl of noodles in front of her, and his brows knit ever so slightly. "That is your dinner?" His tone carried a hint of disapproval, though his voice remained gentle. "It's not nutritious at all.

Should I have Lenny arrange for a proper cook to prepare something for you?" Seeing him switch instantly from lover mode to "parent mode," Khloe felt a faint twinge of being treated like a child. "No need! I'm freer on my own, and I just wanted a little indulgence. Don't worry about me..." She trailed off, picking up her fork again and taking a satisfied bite. Watching her act so playfully, Nick immediately let down his guard. "Fine. Only once in a while, alright?" he murmured. Yet his gaze remained on the red-oil-laden noodles, his brows still slightly furrowed.

and the light from the screen danced in her smiling eyes. "Then it's settled. You have to come back quickly... to replenish my nutrition." Her voice softened a touch, carrying a faint note of dependence, "When you're not here, no matter what I eat, it just feels... lacking." Her words struck deeper than any straightforward declaration of

across his heart, tickling him in the most unbearable way. The woman who had once shared his bed yet remained untouchable now had every expression and movement seemingly luring him, and the mere sight of her stirred a heat through his body. "Soon." His voice was low, husky with a touch of tension, as if his throat had grown

that night by the bed-her curled in his arms, long lashes casting soft shadows across her face. Soon, the noodles in Khloe's bowl were nearly gone. They chatted a little longer, and when Lenny arrived to brief Nick on the next day's tasks, Khloe took the opportunity to shower. Though night had deepened, Nick was reluctant to end the call. When Khloe stepped out of the bathroom, towel- drying her damp