Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 682 Khloe's subtle reaction caught Nick's attention again. His gaze darkened, throat moving slightly, though he said nothing. The coordinates Noah had provided pointed to a seaside scenic area-a town modeled after a classic water town. It was several dozen kilometers away. Driving their battered car that far was exhausting and too conspicuous. Nick quickly checked the address and discovered a nearby station with an express line straight to their destination. He decisively got Khloe off the car, calling someone to handle it, and they boarded the train.

An hour and a half later, they arrived at the old town just as the sun dipped below the horizon, twilight settling into night. Using Noah's coordinates, Nick located the hotel where their target was staying. Presenting the room number and the information Noah had left, the front desk immediately called to confirm. After a short wait, they were told the room was temporarily empty. It was mealtime, and according to the cleaning staff, the occupant had just stepped out. They would have to wait for the ---- person to return before making contact.

Khloe glanced nervously at Nick, who, however, remained composed. He booked an adjacent room on the same floor. Their backup team would take a little longer to arrive, and for now, they should rest. Nick guided Khloe into the room firmly. But Khloe couldn't settle. Barely minutes had passed before she made to leave to search for Ryan. Before she could, Nick wrapped his arms around her waist, catching her off guard and gently pressing her against the edge of the bed. Khloe's long hair fanned across the sheets, and he cupped her face, his movements increasingly intimate. "..Nick, stop it.

This-now isn't the time-" she whispered. "The scenic area is crowded, nothing unusual happening... Ryan should just be out eating," Nick murmured, his warm breath brushing her ear. His eyes narrowed, carrying a glimmer she didn't quite understand. Khloe's mind raced. What he said made sense-they had arrived first. Clarice's people were likely still circling with Noah, and Ryan was safe for the moment. Waiting here for the target to return was far wiser than rushing out. Besides, they were still ---- messy and noticeable, which would only draw attention.

"You're right..." Khloe admitted reluctantly, matching his calm logic. Yet, Nick's eyes remained locked on her, his arm pinning hers without the slightest hint of slack. "Nick... why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, unease curling in her throat. His Adam's apple rolled slowly, gaze smoldering yet restrained. "There's something you should tell me," he said softly, yet his words left no room for denial, as if he had seized a secret advantage. Khloe froze, opening her mouth to protest, but Nick's large hand covered her abdomen.

He pressed lightly, as though testing her, then moved downward with subtle, deliberate motions. Khloe couldn't resist. A shiver ran through her body, a rush of heat and tingling nerves. She hummed, instinctively pressing his hand away. "You... what are you doing- Don't-" "You're sensitive too. So why push me away?" Nick's eyes locked with hers, searching her shimmering gaze, ---- growing serious. Khloe fell silent, and his attention shifted to her abdomen. "Still not telling me?" He sighed.

"You're going to wait until the child is born before telling the father, aren't you?" Her face flushed "You... you knew?" [noticed these past few days-you haven't been eating, your appetite is poor, and you kept refusing to see a doctor. You're not the type to avoid help... | suspected a little," he said.