Billionaire's Match

"Why would you pound on the door with your injured hand? Don't you know what pain is?" His clear, tense voice trembled with anxiety and frustration. He cupped her bandaged hand, scrutinizing it carefully. Seeing no blood had seeped through, he finally exhaled a little. Khloe stared at him. Nick wore only a loose, oversized T-shirt; his tall frame looked lean and almost fragile, so different from the meticulously groomed man she knew at home. Today, even his face was unshaven. "You knew I'd be worried, so why didn't you open the door sooner?" she murmured.

After confirming she was unharmed, Nick finally released her hand. He deliberately avoided her gaze, his eyes not lifting to meet hers. "I didn't realize it was you." "Really? Then who did you think it was? Michelle?" Khloe's words made his chest tighten. "You... you saw Michelle?" he asked. "Yeah. She seemed to have just left from here." "Khloe, don't misunderstand. My being here has nothing to do with her. She came on her own. I don't know who told you..." His voice grew rapid, almost panicked. Any mention of Michelle seemed to trigger an instinctive anxiety in him.

as she strode into the room. "Let's talk about us first." She scanned the space and then sat down at the bar stool by the window. "The place is nice." Seeing the hard line in her expression, Nick quietly closed the door and followed. He didn't know what to say, so he went to the kitchen, poured a glass of warm water, and placed it gently in front of her. "It's cold outside. You're dressed too lightly today." He noticed the thin

it. The warmth seeped into her palms, chasing away some of the chill in her heart. Nick's expression remained cool and distant. Apart from the

him without the usual spark of warmth, a sharp ache hit his chest. 1/3 Chapter 425 +25 Bonus