Billionaire's Match

Chapter 283 In the mirror, Khloe caught a glimpse of Nick on the screen, his brows furrowed in concentration, radiating a rare calm that seemed to fill the air. Nick finished reviewing a page of documents before lifting his gaze, just in time to see Khloe applying serum in front of the mirror. She tilted her head slightly, the curve of her neck graceful, droplets of water from her damp hair sliding along her collarbone into the neckline of her sleepwear. His gaze darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled almost involuntarily.

"All done?" he asked, closing the file, his voice husky from the prolonged silence. "Mm." Khloe smiled at him through the mirror. "Are you done?" "Almost." He pushed the papers aside, giving her his full attention. "You need to dry your hair, or you'll get a headache." "Got it," she said, but her hands didn't stop, carefully patting her cheeks with measured motions. Nick didn't rush her, leaning back in his chair to watch quietly. Watching her delicate fingers gently massage around her eyes, the way she swept her long hair to one side, revealing the pale skin behind her ear...what seemed ordinary now slowed down in his eyes, charged with a subtle, silent allure. "What are you looking at?" Khloe finally couldn't resist, meeting his gaze through the mirror, cheeks flushing. "You," he answered simply, eyes honest and burning. "You look good from every angle." Her heart skipped a beat. Though she was no stranger to compliments, Nick's praise carried weight, a depth that made it feel different. She cast him a sidelong glance, a shy expression that seemed to hook his very soul. "I'll blow my hair now-it'll be noisy, so you can mute me," she said.

to miss. He watched her fingers comb through her hair, the strands slipping through her hands, and a rare, full-bodied satisfaction filled him. Khloe, normally distant and seemingly cold, now revealed the

time-indeed, it was late. "Mm," he said, pausing, his gaze lingering on her face with quiet affection. "Once you're in bed,