Billionaire's Match

Chapter 821

The sensitive touch made Nick let out a low, muffled groan. He shifted his gaze slightly, a faint blush coloring his face.

"Mm."

"You... why did you hide it here?" Khloe's ears burned as she asked softly. She pulled his hand away and lifted his shirt, reaching inside to retrieve the tracker.

Nick's exposed skin was marked with scars-remnants of his recent injuries. Khloe's hand lingered over his chest, and he trembled slightly, tears glinting in his eyes like shattered starlight, shimmering faintly.

He whispered, "If there's any real danger, I'll protect you with my life first. At least it buys time until help arrives."

knew him well enough to understand-he never left anything to chance. She didn't speak, carefully removing the tracker, her hand unconsciously lingering on his firm chest, moving downward. She traced every scar, every trace of pain, wanting to

"No more injuries, understand?" she murmured, her breath soft but steady. Nick nodded solemnly. By the time Lucas lit his third cigarette, Nick

slender, but standing next to Nick's broad frame, she seemed almost delicate, her usual presence subdued. She looked entirely different from the image Lucas had seen online-but somehow, they

looked breathtaking, whether against the splendor of a luxurious mansion or a ruined building-they were a

Khloe had already

car. We'll leave here first,"

at her lips; she felt lighthearted, wanting only to stay with him. She barely even bothered to check on the

bodyguards-just local fruit farmers. Khloe had been following some charity projects in Goldmont City, and this

the news, she had donated on behalf of the Morrison Group. When she needed people she'd never met for this emergency, she contacted