Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 669 Ralph suddenly found Delilah unexpectedly endearing. Usually, she was all sharp lines and crisp suits, exuding the confidence of an iron-willed woman. And yet... she could harbor such tender, girlish feelings for him? "Yes," Delilah murmured, lowering her gaze and coughing lightly. "|... | think so too." Ralph turned his head slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "| feel a little dizzy.

Take me to the car." "Alright." Delilah walked beside him, but Ralph cast a sidelong glance and extended his arm "| said I'm a little dizzy-shouldn't you support me?" he murmured. Caught off guard, Delilah nodded and carefully took his arm. The scent of alcohol clung to him, mixed with the sharp sophistication of his cologne, leaving an intoxicating, almost dangerous allure. ---- Once inside the car, Delilah continued to fuss over him, reminding the driver to go slowly to keep him comfortable. She didn't notice that Ralph's eyes were fixed on the side of her face.

In the darkness, half of her features were shadowed, and her careful, attentive posture made her seem unusually delicate. Just as Delilah was about to step away, Ralph's hand grasped her sleeve. She froze, then watched him pull out his phone and lower his head "Add me," he said. "Ah?" Delilah blinked, utterly surprised. "You bought me medicine today, right? I'll transfer the money to you." "No... that's unnecessary. It wasn't much..." "You've worked hard. | can't take advantage of you." He handed her his account information.

"If you really don't want the money, we can have a meal together sometime instead." Delilah hesitated for a moment, then nodded, quickly adding her number to his contacts. Once they were connected, Ralph's car pulled away. ---- She stood in place for a long while, heart racing, before finally returning to the restaurant. Outside the private guest rooms, several people were stationed, and Khloe and Noah had already been inside for some time. Inside, Khloe waited alone in the outer hall.

Although Henry had asked both of them to come together, he had called Nick into the inner room for a private conversation. Khloe couldn't help but worry-would the old man bring up George's affairs to target Nick? Time ticked by. After half an hour, Khloe couldn't sit still any longer. Just as she was about to force the door open, it swung inward. Nick stepped out first, colliding with her in a familiar embrace. His deep eyes flickered slightly at her concerned gaze, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a faint smile. "Getting anxious?" he murmured.

Before Khloe could respond, Henry approached slowly, leaning on his cane "Khloe, just in time. | have something to discuss with you," the old man said, his tone measured, betraying little emotion. As he spoke, Nick gently cupped Khloe's cheek, signaling for her to enter first. Her hand instinctively found his, and he gave a light, ---- reassuring squeeze before letting go Once the door closed, Henry's voice tured sharp. "As long as you divorce Nick, | can draft a will leaving half of my estate to you." "Divorce?" Khloe hadn't expected him to be so direct.

"Grandpa, if this concerns my father's death, there's no need to rush-I've already investigated..." "It has nothing to do with that," the old man interrupted, his tone cutting. "Even if within ten days you prove that George had no involvement in your father's death, | still want you to reconsider your relationship with Nick." "Grandpa. "| already know about his health condition," the old man continued, cutting her off before she could speak.