Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1186

Lenny's words cut straight to the heart of the matter.

But Michelle let out a cold snort.

"God, that's so frustrating. See, this is why you have to be selfish when it comes to relationships! Khloe went out of her way to do what she thought was best for Nick, but did she ever stop to ask if he even wanted it?

"And Nick's just as bad. If he had even an ounce of selfishness, he would've told Khloe straight up—even if he were on his deathbed, he'd still want her to stay by his side for the rest of her life. That's the kind of love he really wants. Then Khloe wouldn't be running around with all those crazy ideas in her head!"

Lenny was left speechless by Michelle's twisted logic.

Michelle noticed the lack of agreement in his eyes and took his hand again.

"Anyway, we're not going to be like those two. No matter whether we end up growing old together or not, promise me you'll be selfish. Don't follow your boss's example.

"Love is supposed to be possessive. You fight for what you want, by any means necessary. Only when you're taking care of yourself can you really take care of the person you love. Got it?"

Lenny froze for a moment, then suddenly broke into a smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Michelle asked, annoyed.

"I'm just thinking that you actually make a pretty good point. Even if your logic might not solve things for Mr. and Mrs. Hunt... it's definitely given me some food for thought."

"Oh? Food for thought about what?"

Michelle's interest was piqued, and she leaned in closer to Lenny.

He had just stepped out of the shower, and the scent of his body wash was still strong on his skin. His pajamas were thin, with a wide collar that barely concealed his toned frame.

The moment Michelle got close, Lenny wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up and settling her sideways onto his lap.

His shorts were just as thin, and the contact sent a wave of heat rushing through Michelle's entire body.

"Are... are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Her phone was flooded with messages—but none from the one person she was hoping to hear from.

She walked out of her room to find the household staff already busy prepping breakfast, with two new faces in the kitchen.

When they saw her, they came over to introduce themselves, saying they'd been hired specifically to care for her during her pregnancy. Both had certifications and were well-known in the city for their work.

Before Khloe could even process that, one of the staff handed her the phone.

Her heart sank as she took it. When she answered, Arista's voice came through the line. "Khloe, I heard you came home last night, but I didn't want to call and disturb you. You're up early today—did you not sleep well?"

"Mom..." Khloe's voice caught in her throat, and she couldn't get another word out.

Arista heard the crack in her daughter-in-law's voice and felt her heart tighten. She rushed to speak before Khloe could say anything else.

"You're just over two months away from your due date. I want you to stay home and rest during this time. I've arranged for the best caregivers—they're here now. You're home; that's what matters. Whatever you need, just ask. The baby and your health come first. Don't worry about anything else. Don't let anything get to you, okay?"