Billionaire's Match

Chapter 471 Khloe rose and walked to the bathroom door, softly calling out Nick's name. The noises inside stopped abruptly. Just as she reached to push the door open, it swung open on its, own. Her body wobbled, and she fell straight into Nick's arms. Nick's sleepwear hung loose at the collar, and his warm, solid chest caught her effortlessly. "Can't sleep?" He wrapped her closer, pressing a gentle hand to the back of her head. His voice was indulgent, tender-utterly natural, betraying no hint of strain. Khloe let out a small breath, her hands clutching the broad plane of his back.

"Yeah... | can't sleep. But you... you're awake too, Are you feeling unwell?" "No, just missed you a bit, so | went to freshen up," he murmured, his voice low. He lingered near her ear, his warm breath brushing her skin, sending a rush of heat through her chest. "You... you may be strong, but you can't be this energetic all the ---- time," Khloe muttered softly, wriggling out of his embrace and shyly nodding, yet clasping his hand in hers. The moment she touched him, she froze. "Your hand... it's so cold." She finally looked up at him, squinting in the dim light.

clung to him. "Showered," he said simply. "Youre not..." Khloe's expression shifted instantly. Instinctively, she pulled him back to the bed, wrapping him into the warmth of the blankets. She tucked herself and the duvet around him and cranked the air conditioning up five degrees She rubbed his hands, finally settling them over her own chest to warm them. "Khloe, I'm fine," he said with a soft laugh, watching her fuss with a mixture of amusement and tenderness. "Your hands are

his bony, solid hands, rubbing, pressing, and even blowing on them lightly, as if trying to make the warmth rise faster. ---- Nick simply watched her, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. In the darkness, she resembled a restless little animal, constantly charging at his heart. After a while, he gently pressed her back into his embrace. "Khloe, I'l be fine. I'll stay with you,

of the crispness of pine or the cool freshness of mint, sharp yet invigorating. But over time, it softened, like the warm, grounding scent of earth-like coming home. Like him. Cold on the outside, warm within. Cloaked in frost, yet radiating the