Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 591 The Morrison Group and the Morrison family were important to Khloe, but Nick mattered more. She wanted to protect him with her own strength, not merely selfishly enjoy his care. Nick's eyes held confusion. "You don't want me to stay here?" "It's not that | don't want you here," Khloe said, holding his hand tightly. "I just can't let you get caught in danger because of me." She chose her words carefully, knowing that saying too much would only make him worry more. She explained that if he stayed abroad with her for too long, it would alarm too many people.

The people who had followed them last time were still out there. If the enemies George had made back home were too afraid to move against Nick in their country, what would stop them abroad? Even with countless bodyguards, no one could be everywhere at once. And with Khloe being held within the Morrison family grounds, Nick getting involved would only complicate things further. It was better for them to be apart for a while. At least this way, both of them could remain safe. ---- Hearing her, Nick's gaze darkened, like a night without end, cold and unlit.

He lowered his head, staring at her delicate fingers, and didn't speak for a long while. "Two months," Khloe finally whispered. "Just two months. Don't worry-I'll come back to see you as soon as | can." Her heart ached. She wanted nothing more than to leave with him, to never be apart. Even a few days without him tore at her. But both of them bore responsibilities. Khloe had obligations to herself, to the Morrison family, and to Nick. Nick carried the weight of the Hunt household behind him.

If he abandoned everything for her, it would be like climbing out of one abyss only to fall into another. She loved him-deeply, completely-and wanted him to rebuild the fragments of his broken heart on her. Not by avoidance or fear, but with courage and love. "Nick..." Her voice trembled. Seeing him silent for so long stirred waves of emotion inside her, threatening to shatter her into pieces. Such entwined longing made her judgment waver. She feared that one misstep would make her abandon her principles. "Lunderstand." ---- At last, Nick spoke.

His voice was low, rough at the edges, but when he lifted his head, a faint curve of a smile softened his lips, and warmth spread across his gaze. Even after she had asked for this separation, leaving his heart shattered, he understood her worry. Her love for him wasn't just passion or gratitude for his care. She knew his weaknesses, his dark side, yet she trusted him wholly-without attachment or calculation. It pained him deeply. He wished she might be less lucid, less independent, less self-sufficient-so their moments together could last longer.

Time felt unbearably short; every second was precious. Two months sounded like an eternity to him. "Nick, it's not that | don't want to be with you... or that | don't want you here. | just..." Even as he smiled, sorrow radiated from him, seeping into Khloe's chest, leaving her mood heavy, as though saying goodbye. Her voice wavered with unshed tears. Before she could finish, he pressed her head down and captured her mouth with a deep, insistent kiss. This time, his hunger was stronger, more greedy, more unrestrained. They clung to each other, entwined, unwilling to ---- part.

Morning light spilled through the sheer curtains, casting gentle patterns across the tangled bed sheets.