Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 729 Lenny nodded in response but didn't move. "Alright, go handle your things." Khloe finally looked up at him after a long pause. Lenny hesitated, wanting to speak. "What is it?" "Nothing." He shook his head and, in the end, said nothing at all before leaving. No sooner had Lenny gone than Charlotte appeared, interrupting Khloe. "You've been working for so long-you need a break. | made some desserts, want to try?" Khloe had intended to decline; there were still plenty of files she hadn't finished reviewing. But Charlotte's insistence left her no choice.

She shifted slightly and followed her to the dining area. Stepping out, Khloe noticed that Charlotte and the housekeeper had redecorated the room. Every detail had been refreshed: the sofa was now covered with colorful, cheerful cushions, and flowers were scattered across the table and around the room. ---- Knowing Khloe liked sweets, Charlotte had prepared two delicate cakes. "They're delicious," Khloe said, taking a bite, a genuine smile breaking across her face. Charlotte's eyes sparkled. "I'm glad you like them. It's my first time making them-your housekeeper taught me." "You're amazing.

Whoever marries you in the future is going to be very lucky," Khloe said instinctively, though her expression subtly shifted as if recalling something. Charlotte's chest tightened. "| just want to focus on work and ear money. That... kind of thing is far away for me." Khloe said nothing further. At that moment, Charlotte's phone vibrated. She glanced at it and hung up immediately, but the calls kept coming. Khloe raised an eyebrow. "It's okay, go ahead and answer it." "No need." Charlotte frowned, hung up again, and then put her phone on silent.

Out of the corner of her eye, Khloe caught the caller ID. "Ethan?" A flicker of embarrassment crossed Charlotte's face as she ---- nodded. Khloe sighed. "You really like him, huh?" "| don't! | really don't like him!" Charlotte exclaimed, quickly trying to reassure Khloe. Khloe shook her head. "Feelings aren't something you can always control. If you truly liked him, that wouldn't be wrong- but he's not a good man. You'd only end up hurt." "Khloe... I'll be honest with you.

I want revenge on Ethan, but | don't have any feelings for him." At this point, Charlotte didn't feel the need to hide anything. She poured out everything-her entanglements with Ethan over the past weeks and the thoughts she had kept buried in her heart. "Khloe, | know you might think I'm foolish, but | just hate him!" Ethan had ruined her best friend, and she wanted payback. Even knowing he could never care for her, if there was even the slightest chance to hurt him, she wouldn't let it pass. Each interaction with him, however, left her on edge.

With Clarice around before, Charlotte had held back, not wanting to make things difficult for Khloe, and had even tried to stir tension between Ethan and Clarice. But now that Khloe had returned safely, Charlotte knew Ethan was doomed. ---- Khloe's gaze then fell on Charlotte's wrist. A thin, red line marred her skin-like a cut. "What happened to your hand?" Khloe asked, concern sharpening her voice. "I... cut myself," Charlotte admitted after a moment's hesitation. A few nights ago, Ethan had used the news of Khloe and Nick to lure Charlotte to a hotel at night.

She knew he meant harm, but she went anyway. For protection, she had brought a small knife. That night, Ethan had been drinking. The moment Charlotte arrived, he pinned her at the door and tried to force a kiss. She tried to fight back with the knife, but her strength was no match. He overpowered her and pinned her to the bed.