Billionaire's Match

Chapter 844

Soon, a thin layer of sweat formed in the palm of Nick's hand.

Khloe opened her eyes and saw the tight furrow in his brow, the flush of blood drained from his face.

"Not feeling well?" she asked gently "Mm...I'm tired." He rested his head on her shoulder, and the fatigue in his voice was undeniable.

Khloe asked with tender concern, and Nick didn't hide his exhaustion.

Today had been far too demanding for him-after barely sleeping last night, he had gone straight to the bidding event.

By day's end, his body simply could not keep up.

She wanted to tell Lenny to turn toward the hospital, but before the words left her mouth, Nick gripped her hand.

Closing his eyes, he whispered into her ear, "Khloe...I want to go home."

"All right.Then let's go home first." Khloe caressed his face, speaking with indulgent affection.

She knew he was being playful, letting down his guard.

so many burdens that he never allowed himself a moment

her, he no longer needed

thing Nick did was take Khloe's

days had felt like

like a tide,

moment-time that belonged

her completely, leaving no space

her part, immediately set to work undressing

had checked him carefully when they were with Lucas-he carried many

healed, every scar tugged at

difficulty bathing or changing dressings, she had

home, she would

finish, Nick could

of his shirt and bent

flushed, but her hands did not pause-while he

room and the bedroom were

the house itself recharged him, Every touch between them was like rain after a drought, a desperate,

at the edge of the bed for a long