Billionaire's match novel

Chapter 397 +25 Bonus Khloe glanced at Nick and noticed the faint smile that had been playing on his lips had vanished. His brow wasn't furrowed, and his gaze remained calm, almost leisurely, fixed on her phone screen. There was no hint of emotion. "Are you... upset?" Khloe ventured cautiously. "No," Nick said softly. "Why would I be? He's complimenting my wife. I should be happy." But there wasn't a trace of happiness in his voice. Khloe immediately locked her phone. "Fine, I won't reply. Let's pretend I didn't see it." Nick didn't respond. Clearly, he wasn't in the best mood.

Khloe nudged him gently with her elbow. "Don't be jealous. He's older than me." "I'm older than you too," Nick countered. Khloe paused, thinking. "But he looks older, and not as handsome as you." "You seem to have paid quite a bit of attention to him?" Nick's gaze lazily shifted to her face. Khloe was momentarily speechless. The more she spoke, the stronger his jealousy. "Nick, don't be jealous," she said softly, pressing the point. "You know it-I only love you." Her words were more powerful than any explanation. Nick's gaze flicked aside, and a faint smile returned to his lips.

"I don't like Solara Energy," he said after a moment. "I know," Khloe replied. "They're a competitor, right? I heard they might open a branch in Goldmont City." She was purely looking out for him. She had heard the news today and immediately asked. Nick frowned slightly. Solara Energy had recently been vying with them for an international project. Their early involvement in the renewable energy sector gave them a slight advantage. But this project had long been under George's eye, and the Hunt family had invested heavily-they didn't want anyone swooping in at the last moment.

Just as Khloe and Nick were discussing the matter, the doorbell rang. The food delivery had arrived. Khloe bounced up like a little rabbit, slipping on her slippers to fetch it. Both of them were hungry. She set out the food and queued up a movie, settling next to Nick to eat while watching. This time, it wasn't a horror film. She had carefully picked a selection of niche films, spanning multiple genres. When Nick made the choice, he picked a romantic film-a story of childhood friends. The girl initially pined for 1/2 Chapter 30: +25 Bonus the boy, but he didn't notice her.

As she grew into a confident, capable, and charming young woman, her perspective on love matured. The boy, in turn, was gradually drawn to her, and a beautiful romance blossomed. Nick seemed unfamiliar with such stories and watched intently the entire time. At the emotional peaks, he would unconsciously take Khloe's hand, shaking his head or furrowing his brows, as if feeling the pain and joy of the characters himself. Khloe was moved by the story, but watching Nick's reactions was far more captivating than the movie itself. She couldn't help the small smile that curved her lips.

When the film ended, Khloe noticed him brushing his fingers lightly against the tip of his nose. She assumed he had cried. "You okay? Need a tissue?" she asked. Nick waved his hand, a bit embarrassed. The sunset scene at the end had stirred him more than he expected, touching him deeply, leaving his eyes a little warm. But he definitely hadn't cried. He wouldn't... cry. "Okay, okay. So I see it now-Nick, you're not just cold on the outside and warm on the inside, but also very emotional. I haven't cried during a movie in years," Khloe said, as if she had discovered a new continent.

The more vulnerable he seemed, the more she wanted to laugh. Nick shot her a helpless glance. "I said, I didn't cry." 日 Comments Support Share 2/2 Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella's storytelling style is immersive and addictive-perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.