Billionaire's Match

Chapter 354 But the moment she pushed the door open, what greeted her was a quiet, pitch-dark home. Khloe couldn't help but feel a flicker of surprise. The living room's vast floor-to-ceiling windows captured the city lights, letting them spill softly across the carpet beside the sofa. The apartment seemed... empty. "Nick?" For some reason, a subtle unease crept into her chest. Her voice dropped almost instinctively, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Only when she reached the side of the sofa did she notice him: his figure curled in the corner, covered by a thin blanket, eyes closed, so still that it stirred an inexplicable ache in her heart. "Nick." Relief washed over her. She immediately dropped her handbag and crouched beside the sofa. Gently, she called his name twice, brushing her hands over his forehead and his hands, afraid something might be wrong. "You're back." As if just waking from a brief nap, Nick's voice was deep, husky. He opened his eyes; long lashes fluttered, and he looked at her with a gentle warmth. "That was fast.

I thought it would be a little longer." "Why didn't you turn on the lights? Were you tired? If you were, you should have gone to bed... Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Questions spilled from her one after another, leaving him no chance to answer. Seeing her rise, about to do something, he simply reached out and pulled her into his arms, seating her on his lap. "I was a little drowsy. It wasn't this dark earlier... I was thinking, and I must have dozed off." His voice was low and calm, his warm breath brushing the shell of her ear, sending a sudden rush through her.

time, Khloe refused to take his word for it. She wrenched free of his arms and went straight for the medicine cabinet. Nick sighed, a little helpless. His body was heavy,

measured, yet her concern

of what had once been beautiful between them. Michelle surely knew she posed no threat. Her message