Billionaire's Match

Chapter 692

"I believe that fate won't be so cruel as to let those who love each other meet a tragic end," Noah said. Nick's lips curved slightly. His gaze was fixed on Khloe.

"Do you trust me?" Khloe, her eyes blurred with tears, nodded faintly. He inched closer, wrapping her in his arms, half of his body pressing against the edge of her seat.

"What are you doing!" Noah reacted first. The pressure device-any added weight couldn't be removed afterward.

Every bit of movement had to stay exactly as it was; one misstep could trigger the device Khloe shivered, then realized what Nick intended.

"Nick... don't be reckless."

"Be good. Listen to me one more time." His voice was soft, almost like the tide of a hidden ocean beneath a calm surface, but his expression remained steady.

Khloe shook her

move hastily!" Noah warned, sweat

me." Nick's thumb brushed gently across her

quicker and steadier than you. The key to switching seats is the instant of replacement-the weight shift must never exceed the threshold. The movement has to be perfectly smooth and rapid. I can do

her head again, staring into his eyes, her

can face life or death together, but what about him?" Nick's words cut through her resistance like a knife. Tears streamed

gentle, steady, and reassuring. He held her

tension, while Ryan sat frozen, not daring to breathe. One tiny miscalculation now and they would all die in an instant.

squeeze before letting go. When he had shifted two-thirds of his weight over

"Three."