Billionaire's Match

Chapter 740 Nick remained silent. His answer was already obvious. He should have contacted Khloe the moment he could. She would have waited-no matter what state he was in, as long as she knew he was alive, she would have been satisfied. But... this time, he would break his word. "Don't you believe in your love? You've sacrificed so much for her. What if she only..." "I believe," Nick interrupted, teeth clenched, voice barely audible, each word tasting like blood. "But I don't want to ruin the best version of us." His words were heart-wrenching.

Even Lucas, a man naturally indifferent to emotion, felt his throat tighten. "But... she might miss you. Maybe for her, just knowing you're alive is enough." "Time will heal all pain. She is strong. One year, two years, three years... it will pass. But if I make her stay with a broken man, she will suffer her whole life." Nick was rational to an extreme. He understood perfectly that seeing his suffering would hurt Khloe a thousand times more. Even if in the future she wouldn't resent him, they would no longer walk side by side. How could he allow her life to darken just for his sake?

die anyway. Better early pain than late. So no matter how much he ached for her, he had to restrain himself... He would never see her again. "And your family? Can you bear to let them think you're dead?" Lucas pressed. Nick's eyes reddened. His tone remained cold. "It is my filial failure." His grandparents were old. Forcing them to grieve over him was unfilial. But with Arista and Khloe around, he trusted they would

all, from the moment Nick was born, he had been his father's greatest grievance Nick had never understood George, who had held deep resentment against him. But now, he felt a sliver of sympathy. When one loves but cannot have, the pain is unbearable. This kind of pain drives the rational to madness, and the mad to clarity. Lucas stayed silent for a long time. He had never imagined that Nick would rather torment himself than compromise another's happiness. But Nick had his pride, and all

no rest, no pause. Even her meals had been sandwiches she ate while working, barely touching her food. The room was dark. When she went to turn on the light, her eyes instinctively flicked toward the sofa. Nick, when home