Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1032

Fortunately, the emergency treatment was timely, and Nick's condition stabilized quickly. There was no serious danger. However, the acute fever triggered by the episode persisted until the next morning before finally subsiding.

Even though a caregiver was present, Khloe stayed by his bedside the entire night, holding tightly onto his burning-hot hand.

Seeing Nick like this filled Khloe with both heartbreak and guilt. Yet once she forced herself to calm down, her mind inevitably returned to what Trey had said.

'If it's true love, then it's not about possession—it's about letting go. You reduced my feelings to nothing, so now, I want to see just how far you're willing to go for yours.'

Nick's body was already stretched to its limit. At this point… he might not even have half a year left.

T7 was a prohibited drug. Everything about it had to remain confidential. She could not escalate this matter publicly—doing so would mean she would never obtain the medicine either. And Trey knew this precisely, which was why he had used Lacuna.

If Nick knew that obtaining T7 would require sacrificing their marriage—even if it was only a pretense—he would never agree.

And without agreement, treatment itself would carry risks. Even if they obtained T7, it could all be for nothing.

Could it be… truly fate?

Khloe frowned deeply, looking at Nick's bloodless face, her heart tangled in turmoil.

But he had been willing to risk his life for her. So how could she not be willing to let go… for his sake?

At dawn, Nick finally woke up. Khloe had only managed to sleep for less than two hours. The moment he stirred, she immediately lifted her head and met his slowly opening eyes.

Those eyes were still deep and dark, but so weak they flickered like a candle in the wind—on the verge of going out at any moment.

"You didn't sleep all night?" His voice was hoarse, almost unintelligible.

Even though the medication left his mind somewhat fogged, his concern for her never loosened—not even in sleep.

He had dreamt a great deal. He dreamed of their life-and-death separation in Naraida. He dreamed of her facing Lacuna alone.

And even the panic he felt in the middle of the night when he discovered she was gone—the worst possible outcomes his mind had conjured—tormented him again and again in his dreams. Each one nearly stole his life.

Soon, the doctor arrived to check on his condition.

The fever had broken, and his vital signs had returned to normal.

The maid prepared a nutritious meal, and after eating with him, Khloe was forced by him to rest together.

Although exhausted, her mind remained unusually alert, making sleep impossible.

"You met up with Lacuna, didn't you?" he finally asked.

She knew she couldn't hide it. She nodded, her fingers entangled with his.

"And you didn't get it?" he asked again.

Seeing her silence, he had already guessed the answer.