Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 667 Khloe felt her ears burn. She realized Nick had been watching her closely all along. These past few days, it wasn't that she hadn't eaten-she simply hadn't had much of an appetite. But now, with Nick by her side, her hunger returned almost instantly. Seeing how attentively he cared for her, how seamlessly they moved together as if they were one, Henry's discomfort grew. Khloe had promised not to betray the Morrison family for Nick's sake. Yet, her flushed expression and gentle attentiveness mirrored the same vulnerability Niel had shown back in the day.

Back then, he had been warned about Clarice, that only someone untouched by emotion could safeguard a family's legacy. Luckily, Niel had seen reason before he died, refusing to hand the Morrison family over to her. After the banquet ended, Ralph personally escorted Khloe and Nick to the door. He wanted to have them ride in his car, to personally see them safely to the hotel, but Khloe clung to Nick, and they both refused almost simultaneously. Khloe glanced at Nick, her cheeks tinged with pink. "Ralph, thank you for everything tonight.

You must be tired-please, go back and rest." ---- Nick nodded politely to Ralph and offered a courteous smile. Ralph extended a hand to shake Nick's, his voice slightly slurred with alcohol. "Nick, | wish you and Khloe happiness." "We will be," Nick replied quietly. At that moment, Delilah approached from behind. "Miss Khloe," she hesitated, but then interrupted the moment. " Master Henry would like you and Nick to come with him for a brief private word." Khloe and Nick exchanged a glance, seemingly expecting this, their expressions unchanged.

Seeing Delilah's lingering gaze on Ralph, Khloe's eyes curved with a faint smile. She turned to Delilah. "Alright, we'll go first. Ralph seems a little drunk-Delilah, could you help him get to his car?" "Yes." Delilah froze for a moment, then quickly complied. The bodyguards led Khloe and Nick forward. No sooner had they left than Delilah went to support Ralph, who was having trouble standing steadily. "You've had too much to drink today..." Delilah said instinctively. ---- She had kept her eyes on him the entire evening.

Though he smiled, he had been deliberately coaxed into drinking more than usual. Ralph, who hated alcohol, always struggled to finish drinks at social events, sometimes even needing to excuse himself to vomit. Today, even in a familiar setting, he'd pushed himself far more than necessary. "How do you know whether I've had too much?" Ralph muttered, feeling queasy. He leaned slightly, tempted to vomit, but forced himself to stay upright, unwilling to cause a scene at the doorway. Delilah quickly handed him a napkin. "I noticed you're in a bad mood.

Here's some antidote pills-they'll help you feel better." She had already prepared them, sneaking out earlier to buy the remedy as soon as she saw him overindulge. She hadn't expected to have the chance to hand them to him tonight. Ralph raised his eyes, surprised. He finally studied Delilah's face closely. In truth, he was familiar with her. Over the past few years, with his frequent visits to Henry's estate, she had been the one to receive him each time. At dinners and gatherings where Henry was present, she often appeared, and they had interacted on ---- numerous occasions.

Yet until now, he had only regarded Delilah as a meticulous, perceptive young woman who handled matters efficiently-a capable, observant little aide.