Billionaire's Match

Chapter 818

Nick fumbled, hastily wiping the tears from her cheeks. Frustration and guilt surged through him, and he grabbed Khloe's hand, pounding it against his chest.

"It's my fault... I deserve this!"

"You are not allowed to say that word again!" Khloe snapped, more anxious than before. He froze. She wrenched her hand free and shoved him, and he stumbled back against the wall.

Silver moonlight spilled through the window, pooling over the two of them, their entwined forms caught in its glow.

murmured,

shattered by a

a kitten climbing into its owner's embrace.

I need him. Not a hero who only sacrifices himself, who can do everything, who makes me live in constant fear and unease. I'd rather not have that kind of love." Nick's body trembled. His pupils contracted sharply. He had never seen Khloe speak with such intensity, with such solemnity. He had never imagined

dust, yet utterly sincere. He had always believed in her, yet he had always been afraid- afraid that he could no longer stand at her side as before, to

her gaze burned steadily into

die'... maybe that truly could have been the end between us. But it wouldn't be life and death that separates us-it would be... the death of the heart." The last

shook his head, pulling Khloe close, fingers digging into the nape of her neck, teeth gritted. His lips quivered. His hands trembled. His body, strained to the limit, finally betrayed him,

panicked, reaching to wipe the blood from his lips. He coughed again, a thin trickle of blood staining his mouth.