Billionaire's Match

Chapter 410 Loretta still felt as though she were dreaming. Her grandson-the one who had been quiet to the point of dullness since childhood, cold, rigid, and inflexible- turned out to be, deep down, a man of astonishing tenderness. She had once worried that Nick's lack of romance and his aloof, monotonous nature might end up wronging a good girl. Now, seeing the young couple so openly affectionate, she finally felt at ease. After resting for a few minutes, Khloe hurried into the kitchen to start cooking with the help.

Nick had wanted to follow her in, but Leon was particularly clingy today and came out of the guest room, insisting on finishing the news commentary he hadn't yet explained to him. Even so, halfway through Khloe's cooking, Nick still wandered over to her side. He restrained the urge to wrap his arms around her the moment he saw her from behind, and instead quietly helped carry dishes. "Don't just stand there. Aren't you tired? Go sit down and rest for a bit," Khloe urged him while keeping an eye on the heat. As she spoke, Nick's hand gently brushed her temple.

The thin layer of sweat there made his brow crease immediately. Arista had been watching their every move. Seeing Nick hovering so closely around Khloe, she tied on an apron and came over to help. "Oh, you don't have to. I'm almost done," Khloe said quickly. She wasn't cooking alone anyway; there were the help beside her, and everything was nearly finished. "Alright, Khloe. You've already done all the main dishes. I'll handle the rest," Arista said with a laugh.

Just that single word made Arista's heart soften. She waved her hand, and Nick promptly dragged Khloe away. The two of them slipped into the bedroom together, stealing a few minutes before dinner to whisper in private.

Chapter 410 +25 Bonus "I missed you so much. So much, Khloe." "But I'm right here," Khloe said, lying on the bed as she gently

start missing you now." "No tears at parting, no words spoken-only hidden longing," Khloe murmured suddenly, recalling a line of poetry. She didn't know why, but no matter how sweet and intense their love was, she could always sense a deep sorrow within him-one that made her uneasy as well. "We have a long

nose against hers. When dinner was served, everyone gathered around the table, laughing and chatting. Praise for Khloe's cooking poured in nonstop, and she was instantly flattered beyond measure. If she spent every day with