Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 820 Soon, Lucas arrived to pick them up. Nick and Khloe were still entwined inside the room, reluctant to part. The door was tightly shut. Lucas didn't barge in-he knocked politely to announce himself, then stepped outside with his men to wait. He knew this was a moment Nick would want to savor, and as a good friend, he didn't want to ruin it. Over the past few days, Lucas's impression of Nick had been completely overturned. He had thought Nick was like him-a cold, calculating man who placed profit above everything. He hadn't expected Nick to be so profoundly passionate.

Lucas also couldn't help but envy him. Finding someone who truly understands your heart in a lifetime is rare. And here they were, going to such lengths to finally be together. Khloe's resolve for Nick was equally steadfast. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, realizing something: Nick had come alone, fully aware of the risks, probably seeing through everything in advance. Heh. These two knew each other far too well. He had tried to advise Nick, but it would take Khloe herself to influence him.

---- Even without meeting, they could read and counter each other perfectly, Inside the room, Nick and Khloe heard the noise outside. Someone had arrived. Nick ran his fingers through her hair. "Let me introduce a friend- his name's Lucas Clarke." "The one who saved you?" Khloe asked softly. "Yes. He was a former classmate. | honestly thought | might never see you again..." Nick's voice softened. "I'll have to thank him properly," Khloe said, watching the half of Nick's face bathed in shadow and light.

He had lost weight these days; the contours of his bones were sharp, his flesh sculpted like a masterpiece. Under the silver glow, he seemed ethereal, untouchable, like a recluse immortal. Nick smiled and nudged her nose. "No need. I'll thank him myself. | couldn't bear to let you get too close to another man." Curiosity got the better of her. "But... how did he find you so fast? Didn't you come here alone?" Khloe had confiscated Nick's phone precisely to prevent him from summoning help.

She wanted a private meeting, and there were still plans she needed to execute-she didn't want the police noticing. She wasn't even sure Nick had guessed it was ---- her, so she had made sure he was completely stripped of communication devices, even restrained. Yet, his reinforcements were here. Nick regarded her calmly. "Guess." "Tracker?" she asked, immediately getting up to check, tugging at his arm. His watch was gone, his coat removed when he entered, his pockets empty. Khloe searched quickly, and her sharp instincts caught it-Nick didn't confirm or deny.

Her gaze followed the subtle nod of his head, landing on his chest. There weren't many places on his body to hide a tracker. He wore only a thin, fitted black turtleneck sweater. Outside, it was cold, and Khloe had spared him the indignity of being stripped. She paused for a moment, then reached carefully, her hands lightly searching over his body. A few touches made him furrow his brow, sensing something was off. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he caught her delicate fingers. His voice was low, restrained.

"..Khloe." Khloe realized something too, but a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. She didn't stop entirely, letting her fingertips brush over the most sensitive, subtle spot on his chest. "Is it here...?" she murmured. ---- Everywhere else was clear. Only here, there was a small, hard object.