Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 692 "I believe that fate won't be so cruel as to let those who love each other meet a tragic end," Noah said. Nick's lips curved slightly. His gaze was fixed on Khloe. "Do you trust me?" Khloe, her eyes blurred with tears, nodded faintly. He inched closer, wrapping her in his arms, half of his body pressing against the edge of her seat. "What are you doing!" Noah reacted first. The pressure device-any added weight couldn't be removed afterward.

Every bit of movement had to stay exactly as it was; one misstep could trigger the device Khloe shivered, then realized what Nick intended. "Nick... don't be reckless." "Be good. Listen to me one more time." His voice was soft, almost like the tide of a hidden ocean beneath a calm surface, but his expression remained steady. "No... no, you can't" Khloe shook her head frantically, panic ---- rising. "Careful, don't move hastily!" Noah warned, sweat beading on his forehead from tension. "Listen to me." Nick's thumb brushed gently across her cheek, wiping away her tears.

"Khloe, you know I'm quicker and steadier than you. The key to switching seats is the instant of replacement-the weight shift must never exceed the threshold. The movement has to be perfectly smooth and rapid. | can do it. And | believe you can." "No..." Khloe shook her head again, staring into his eyes, her heart in agony. "What about our baby? We can face life or death together, but what about him?" Nick's words cut through her resistance like a knife. Tears streamed down her face in uncontrollable rivulets. Her head still shook, but she was persuaded. "Trust me.

| won't let anything happen." His voice remained gentle, steady, and reassuring. He held her hand firmly and began moving, ever so slowly. Noah's entire body was drenched in sweat from tension, while Ryan sat frozen, not daring to breathe. One tiny miscalculation now and they would all die in an instant. ---- Khloe trembled violently, and Nick gripped her hand tightly, giving a final reassuring squeeze before letting go. When he had shifted two-thirds of his weight over the seat, he looked into Khloe's panicked eyes and counted down "Three." "Two.

"One-" At the final count, Noah and Nick coordinated perfectly, lifting her from the seat. Her legs gave way, and she would have fallen if Noah hadn't caught her. "It's okay. You're safe now!" Noah exhaled, feeling his own heart almost leap out of his chest. He looked at Nick with genuine admiration. He had never expected anyone to go this far for someone they loved. Even more surprising, Nick-who appeared so detached and unworldly -was capable of such courage, ingenuity, and precise calm under pressure.

"Nick..." Khloe threw herself into his side, crying like a wronged child, clutching his hand and unable to speak. Seeing her finally safe, Nick's tense expression relaxed ---- completely, relief and joy washing over his features. "Khloe, don't cry. If you get upset, what if our baby feels it too? He might even blame me for making his mother sad." Nick's voice was tender, as if the danger had already passed. Noah immediately returned to work, racing against time to disarm the device.

But the subtle weight shift from Nick's maneuver had disturbed the mechanism, seemingly accelerating the countdown.