Billionaire's Match

Chapter 466 "Yesterday, she was the one who picked a fight first. She attacked you and insulted me with such vicious words. All we did was defend ourselves. Just because we didn't cater to her wishes, does that mean we should be responsible for what happened to her?" Nick said. "There's no such logic in this world. It's not that whoever is weaker automatically has the moral high ground." Khloe lifted her eyes to look at Nick. A sudden sparkle lit up in them, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks. Nick thought he had said something wrong.

His cool, refined features showed a hint of confusion. "Was what | said incorrect?" "No, | just think you are absolutely right... and it instantly cleared all the worries in my heart." Her eyes shimmered with gentle light as she curved her lips into a smile so sweet it made Nick's pupils tremble. Out of her sight, the tips of his ears flushed red. Nick continued to cradle her face, his gaze deepening as he said solemnly, "From now on, whatever you do is right. Even what's wrong is still right. | don't want you to be troubled by anyone or anything...not even by me." ---- Khloe could feel how badly he wanted to hide her away and shield her from everything. She had only been seeking comfort, yet he looked as if his eyes were about to redden. She nodded, bumping her forehead against him like a little cat before he even finished speaking, then leaned in to kiss him back. She gently caught his lower lip between hers, tugging at it lightly. A strand of sunlight happened to fall by the pillow, illuminating the glistening silver thread between their lips. Nick lowered his gaze, watching her clumsy yet alluring movements.

guided Khloe's hand to rest against the firm muscles of his abdomen, lifted her, and pressed her back into the softest place at the head of the bed. He could no longer hold himself back. Khloe let out a muffled moan at the sudden stimulation. He loved her collarbone and her neck the most. Every time, he started there-moving up or down

endlessly greedy like gluttons. She couldn't remember where she had heard that, but every time Nick kissed her until she felt half-dead with pleasure, the thought surfaced again. Her soft murmur received no answer. Nick's body tensed as he felt her slightly cool fingertips tracing over the scar on his shoulder. He responded only with deeper tenderness. By the time they got up, it was