Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 569 Night had fallen, and the rain had finally stopped. The air was sharp and cold. Leaves rustled in the wind like faint, mournful whispers, lending the world an aching sense of loneliness. Nick still stood on the small balcony of his office, gazing at the sparsely lit buildings across the way. Lenny quietly stepped beside him. "Sir, it's late. | should see you back." Khloe wasn't home, and the room opposite was shrouded in darkness. Returning alone, he felt even more hollow.

These past days, Nick had been spending mornings resting at the hospital, then heading to the Hunt Group in the afternoons. Doctors had warned him not to overwork, to follow conservative treatment, and above all, to keep his spirits up. Lenny remembered every detail and reminded him constantly. Yet without Khloe, it was as if Nick had lost his soul-he barely ate, his rest felt empty, and his complexion showed no signs of improvement. Lenny couldn't imagine the depth of his suffering ---- What was far more terrifying than a threat to life itself was this slow, psychological torment.

Nick's illness was a ticking time bomb: If it were Lenny in his place, he would have already broken down. He could hardly comprehend how Nick managed to remain composed at the office, handling documents, or casually joking with Khloe over the phone as if nothing had happened. Nick nodded, pulling his gaze back. Perhaps the night wind had gotten to him; he coughed lightly. Lenny immediately offered the coat he held. On the way back, Nick sent a message to Khloe. He had calculated the timing: twelve hours' difference between them. It was exactly eight in the morning where she was.

She should already be awake. Sure enough, her reply came back instantly. Lenny watched in the rearview mirror as Nick lowered his head, focused on typing. A pang of emotion rose in him. He had followed Nick for so long, and Nick had always hated ---- responding to messages-hated replying, hated calls, hated even saying a few extra words to explain. If Lenny hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed a man like Nick could humble himself so completely. Perhaps... love can bridge mountains and seas, and mountains and seas can be crossed.

They exchanged messages for a while, and soon Khloe called. Nick picked up immediately. The moment his voice reached her, it softened. "Not busy this morning?" "Not busy. I'm never busy when I'm talking to you," she said playfully. She heard the navigation voice faintly in the background. "Are you out?" "Mhm. Heading home now." "Can't you just... not work?" Khloe knew Nick-without her, he would inevitably be at the company. By nature, he was a workaholic. Even if he didn't need to personally oversee everything at Hunt Group, it was his habit.

Still, she couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. Without her, his life seemed vast, empty, and desolate ---- She remembered what he had once said: without him, she could live well. But he could not bear to lose her. Unlike ordinary sweet talk, Nick's words always felt like he was offering his entire heart, laying it in her hands. "Alright," Nick said with a hoarse chuckle. "You say | shouldn't work, so | won't. If | stop working... will you take care of me?" "Of course. I'm the Morrison heiress now. Hunt Group is mine too.

Taking care of you goes without saying." Khloe laughed softly, and she heard him chuckling too She pouted. "Nick... | miss you." The words hit him unexpectedly. For a moment, Nick was caught off guard. Then his heart sank.