Billionaire's Match

Chapter 682

Khloe's subtle reaction caught Nick's attention again. His gaze darkened, throat moving slightly, though he said nothing.

The coordinates Noah had provided pointed to a seaside scenic area-a town modeled after a classic water town. It was several dozen kilometers away.

Driving their battered car that far was exhausting and too conspicuous. Nick quickly checked the address and discovered a nearby station with an express line straight to their destination. He decisively got Khloe off the car, calling someone to handle it, and they boarded the train.

An hour and a half later, they arrived at the old town just as the sun dipped below the horizon, twilight settling into night.

Using Noah's coordinates, Nick located the hotel where their target was staying. Presenting the room number and the information Noah had left, the front desk immediately called to confirm. After a short wait, they were told the room was temporarily empty. It was mealtime, and according to the cleaning staff, the occupant had just stepped out.

would have to wait for the person to return before

floor. Their backup team would take a little longer

she made to leave to search for Ryan. Before she could, Nick wrapped his arms around her waist, catching her off guard and gently pressing her against the edge of the bed. Khloe's long hair fanned across the sheets, and he cupped her face, his movements increasingly

it. This-now isn't the time-" she

eating," Nick murmured, his warm breath brushing her ear. His eyes narrowed, carrying a glimmer she didn't quite understand. Khloe's mind raced. What he said made sense-they had arrived first. Clarice's people were likely still circling with Noah, and Ryan was safe for the moment. Waiting here for the target to return was far wiser than

right..." Khloe admitted reluctantly, matching his calm logic. Yet, Nick's eyes remained locked on her,

asked, unease curling in her throat. His Adam's apple rolled slowly, gaze

he said softly, yet his words left no room for denial, as if he had

moved downward with subtle, deliberate motions. Khloe couldn't resist. A shiver ran through her