Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 468 Hearing Nick speak so bluntly, Khloe felt as if her ears were about to burst into flames. She had no idea who had bought those bras for her. They had simply appeared in her lingerie drawer after Nick had people organize her closet a few times. And they were... outrageously daring She had even wondered whether Loretta or Arista had prepared them. But when she thought about how dignified and reserved both women usually were, it didn't seem likely that they would add this kind of "spice' to her life with Nick. So now it seemed...

could it be that Nick actually had this kind of preference? No wonder every time he helped her get underwear after a shower, he always picked those exact sets. She was the one who had put them back herself afterward. At home, she didn't even dare wear them. Seeing the pleading look in his eyes, Khloe's heart softened in the end. They both compromised and brought only one set of the more provocative lingerie. ---- She turned her head away, face burning red, and muttered, "Nick, you really... really are shameless." "Am 1?" Nick didn't seem bothered by her comment at all.

Looking at the lingerie that had finally made it into the suitcase, he said calmly, "It's in a man's nature." Khloe was speechless. They always said men were different before and after marriage. So this was what they meant! The scans Nick had taken two days earlier were already back. They showed that the bruising in his internal organs had mostly cleared up. His muscles and bones were in good condition as well. There was only a faint shadow in his stomach area that wasn't very clear.

The doctor had already discussed it with Nick-it looked like residual bruising, but to be safe, he still wanted him to undergo a more thorough examination Nick didn't tell Khloe about this, nor did he allow the doctor to mention it to her. The report he showed her indicated that his recovery was excellent, almost enough that she no longer needed to worry. ---- Even so, Khloe remained uneasy. She kept pulling the doctor aside to confirm again and again.

Only after several doctors reviewed the scans and assured her that he was recovering well and just needed proper rest did she finally feel relieved. After leaving the hospital, Lenny drove them straight to the airport. Nick had arranged a private jet at short notice that morning, and it was now ready for departure. Before boarding, Khloe checked his prescribed medication one more time. Lenny bought some light meals for them to eat on the plane. Nick opened a bottle of his treasured champagne to go with the food.

But when he poured two glasses, Khloe immediately drew them both over to her side. "You're not allowed to drink while you're on medication." Nick smiled. "Yes, Ma'am." "... Sweet talker." Khloe nodded in satisfaction and took a small sip of wine. Nick watched her without blinking. "Does sweet talk earn a ---- reward?" "A reward?" Khloe had just set down her glass when he captured her lips. His gaze always seemed on the verge of disaster. The kiss wasn't forceful, but it lingered, long and slow. He even drew in the wine from her mouth.

Khloe realized what he had done and pushed lightly against his chest. "| told you-you're not allowed to drink..." Nick said nothing. Instead, he rose and sat down right beside her, pressing close. He picked up a small pastry with a fork and held it to her lips. "Then I'll make amends by feeding you." Khloe felt completely undone by him. Was he planning to spoil her like some precious princess? Though she complained inwardly, her mouth still obediently bit into the pastry.

Nick's gaze was deep and dark, like ink that couldn't be dissolved, its sharpness withdrawn, leaving only a warm glow after rain. She had no resistance at all. ---- Lenny had been about to step over to report the itinerary to Nick. Hearing their intimate murmurs, he quietly backed away Even he felt his face heat up just watching them. Was this really the usually stern and unsmiling boss he knew? Lenny frowned and suddenly understood why he was still single.