Billionaire's match novel

Chapter 97 As Khloe spoke, she noticed the maid who had just been tending to Loretta sneaking glances at them from the corner. She shot Nick a quick look. He caught it in his peripheral vision but didn't need to turn-he already knew what it meant. "My family's always like this," Nick said lightly. "You'll get used to it. Next time, if it's inconvenient, you can just say no." Khloe shook her head. "Actually, I wanted to see you today. I've secured the Morrison project, and your help played a big part in that. I really do want to thank you properly." "It was nothing," Nick said softly.

"You don't need to thank me." "It's not just courtesy," she said with a small smile. "I mean it. I really want to do something for you. Let me think -how should I thank you?" Her words trailed off, almost like she was talking to herself. Nick wasn't someone who lacked anything, and for a moment, she truly couldn't think of what would be meaningful. "Thank me?" Nick repeated. He hadn't expected her to say that. Yet, for some reason, the idea stirred a faint, inexplicable anticipation in him. "Have you had dinner yet, Nick?" she asked suddenly, her eyes brightening as she looked up at him.

"No," he admitted. "I came back in a bit of a rush." "Perfect," Khloe said, smiling. "Then let me cook for you." She hadn't eaten yet herself, and her stomach was beginning to growl. "You cook?" Nick asked, his tone holding a trace of genuine surprise. No one had ever thought to thank him with something so simple. "Well, maybe not as good as your chefs," she said shyly, "but... I'd say I'm pretty decent." She had reason to be confident. Khloe had learned to take care of herself early on-whenever she wanted to eat something, she'd figure out how to make it.

Back in her university days, she had even won first place in a campus cooking competition. Everyone who had ever tried her food had ended up craving it afterward. Earlier that evening, while chatting with Loretta, Khloe had learned more about Nick's childhood. His mother had passed away young, and his father was always busy with work. There had been no one to care for him. Out of guilt, Loretta had taken him overseas, but only a few years later, when Nick's grandfather fell ill, she had sent him to live with relatives. Loretta said that was the biggest regret of her life.

Nick's temperament-cold, distant-was shaped during those years. His relatives, jealous of his background, had treated him harshly. He'd often gone hungry. By the time Loretta saw him again, he was little more than skin and bone. Those stories had changed how Khloe saw him. He wasn't the golden boy born with a silver spoon-he'd just been another lonely child, like her. 1/2 Chapter 97 +25 Bonus When she was little, she used to wish for just one meal cooked by her family, even if it wasn't any good. Maybe that's why she thought of cooking for him now. Nick glanced at the clock.

"The chefs have all gone home. If we want to eat, we'll have to cook ourselves. But you've had a long day. Aren't you tired?" "Not at all," Khloe said. "As long as it's nothing too complicated, I can handle it." She rolled up her sleeves, eager and a little excited-it had been a long time since she'd cooked for someone else. Nick's villa was large, with several dining rooms. Just off the living room was a small kitchen, used by the staff for late-night snacks. It was fully stocked-everything prepped and ready to use. "What do you like to eat?" she asked. "Anything," Nick replied.

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