Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 511 For some reason, Nick said it with a smile-gentle, warm-but the air suddenly felt heavy. Khloe blinked, a sudden ache prickling her nose. "Then I'll grow old with you. But no matter when, in my heart, you'll always be the most handsome man." Nick chuckled quietly, picking up some food for her with casual care. Khloe stared at his face, sensing something slightly off. How could a single meal make her feel both happy and sad at the same time?

After dinner, Nick carried her to the sofa, and in the city's most beautiful night, the world seemed to collapse into the warmth of their shared gaze. "Khloe, our new house is almost done. Once you're back, we'll set a date for the wedding." Khloe nodded. "Alright. I'll have a wedding specialist pick a good day for us." "Grandma mentioned it too.

We can decide together." Thinking of this, Khloe remembered her recent chats with ---- Loretta, when they spoke about Arista Though Arista knew Khloe and Nick's situation was good, she was still sulking with George and hadn't returned to Goldmont City. Khloe liked Arista a lot. She tugged on Nick's finger. "Oh, and when we're back, we should visit Mom. She worries about you. Seeing your father like that... I'd have a hard time convincing myself if it were me." George wasn't one to coax anyone. For Arista to come back, it would take the younger generation's persuasion.

Khloe felt for Nick, and she had already formed opinions about George. If it weren't for Loretta asking, she might have even thought that Arista would be freer not staying with George. But then, Nick wouldn't have such an understanding mother. And according to Loretta, Arista had stayed loyal to George all these years-they truly loved each other. Loving someone meant accepting their flaws. Arista's love was great; unfortunately, George was blind to his own blessings. "Okay," Nick replied. Khloe looked at him, unsure what he was thinking. His eyes were clouded with something dark and heavy.

---- She assumed it was thoughts of George that made Nick uneasy. "I'll be with you," she said. "If you're unhappy around your father, we can limit contact... or even not see each other at all. | don't care how Dad sees me. You don't need to either. Adults... they'll get old eventually." When they were kids, they could only rely on adults. But adults age too, and eventually need to pay for their mistakes. Khloe used to think people could eventually let go of things, always let go. But even letting go didn't erase anything. Even the worst parts were part of life.

The harm George caused Nick was part of him, embedded in his flesh and blood. His wounds would never disappear, so there was no need to force them to fully heal. As Dr. Yale had said, the goal wasn't to erase them-it was to prevent them from worsening. Khloe had never experienced parental warmth, but she had spent half her life alone. She could understand all the grief and pain Nick felt. She ached for him, just as he ached for her. Nick listened quietly and murmured, "Alright." Khloe sensed his mind elsewhere and stole a glance.

---- Nick kept his head down, oblivious to her gaze, fingers repeatedly rubbing her palm "What are you thinking about?" Khloe couldn't resist. She leaned in toward his lips, and just as she was about to brush against the corner of his mouth, she let out a soft, breathy sigh.