Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 124 "Lenny said you haven't been eating properly these past few days. If your throat hurts, start with something light-it'll feel better." "Thank you." Looking at the spoonful of porridge brought to his lips, Nick felt a surge of embarrassment. His Adam's apple bobbed awkwardly, but in the end, he leaned forward and took the spoon. The warm porridge slid down his throat, and Khloe's gentle expression flooded his vision, almost melting his heart like molten lava. When he finished the entire bowl, she finally relaxed, intending to leave so he could rest a little longer.

But Nick suddenly grabbed her hand. "These past few days have you missed me?" His voice was hoarse, rough with illness, yet it still sent shivers through her bones. "Nick..." Khloe froze, shy under his gaze, but before she could say more, he added, "Being able to see the person you've been thinking ---- about... it feels so good." Looking into Nick's increasingly intense eyes, her heart raced as if it would burst from her chest. Her body seemed to ignite, warmth spreading through her in an instant. "Miss Roswell...

you should be heading to the airport..." Just then, Lenny pushed the door open. He had come only to remind Khloe about her flight, but instead, he caught sight of them holding hands, whispering to each other. His lips pressed into a tight line, wishing he could vanish on the spot "Ah... yes, | should catch my flight. Nick, make sure you rest properly." Khloe tucked her hair behind her ear and stood, moving toward the door. At the threshold, she paused, turning slightly to whisper, "This trip... was rushed.

But | feel the same." With that, she hurried out of the room, too embarrassed to glance back. Nick averted his gaze and looked toward Lenny. "Aren't you going to see Miss Roswelloff?" "Yes!" Lenny snapped back to attention and quickly left. ---- Recalling Khloe's reminder, Nick leaned back against the headboard. The room still carried a faint trace of her scent. Seeing the empty bowl nearby, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips. Being sick... sometimes wasn't so bad. Night fell.

In the Fox Group's CEO's office, through the floor-to- ceiling windows, city lights shimmered and reflected the tired silhouette of a man hunched over his desk. Trey was reviewing company reports, but his mind could not focus. At that moment, a graceful figure appeared at the doorway. His mind immediately conjured Khloe's image. He rose swiftly and opened the door first. "Khlo..." "Mr. Fox, here's the report you requested. | just finished organizing it." The woman in front of him looked unfamiliar. Trey realized she was the new project assistant. He nodded, taking the documents.

"Working this late?" ---- "There's so much work in the project department. Many people are still working. Thank you for your concern, Sir." She seemed slightly shy, nodded respectfully, and then turned to leave. The project department was the company's frontline; the workload was always heaviest there. When Khloe had been here, efficiency was high. People could usually leave on time, and if overtime was necessary, it was always just Khloe staying late. Trey often stayed alongside her, sometimes sleeping in the office when hours ran long.

Whenever she finished, she would pause at his office door to see if he was asleep, careful not to disturb him. Yet, the hardest work was never his. Lost in these thoughts, a rarely-seen number flashed across his phone screen. His expression darkened instantly. After a long pause, he answered, "Grandma. it's so late. Why are you calling?"