Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Trey carried Angela back to her room with painstaking care terrified of making a sound that might wake Khloe.

He glanced at Khloe’s door. It remained tightly shut.

He told himself she couldn’t possibly have been gone for more than two nights. She had a temper, sure, but Khloe knew her limits. She had to be in there, asleep.

Besides, the pair of luxury heels he’d bought her–her favorites–were still neatly lined up in the entryway.

Exhaustion weighed on him, but after a moment’s hesitation, he turned and walked toward Khloe’s room.

His hand was on the doorknob, about to turn it, when the sound of small, hurried footsteps echoed down the hall.

“Daddy!”

Pete’s voice made Trey’s heart lurch. He spun around and quickly pressed a finger to his lips.

The boy’s face instantly fell. He shot a furious glare toward Khloe’s door.

“What are you doing up so late?” Trey scooped his son into his arms, lowering his voice as he carried him away. What’s wrong?”

“Mommy is throwing up…”

The title made Trey’s brow furrow deeply.

“I told you–you can’t call her ‘Mommy.‘ Khloe is your Mommy.‘

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“She is NOT!” Pete’s face flushed red as he shot back without a hint of hesitation. “She’s just a mean woman who bullies Mommy!”

Trey’s gaze turned to ice, his voice dropping dangerously low. “Say that again.”

His expression was so dark that Pete instantly shrank back, his wide eyes blinking in fear. He didn’t dare utter another word.

When Trey returned with his son, he found Angela hunched over the toilet, retching violently.

Not wanting to disturb Khloe, he dismissed the idea of calling the servants. He found the medicine himself, then, helped steady Angela and gently wiped her face.

Once the nausea had passed, Trey stayed by her bedside, unwilling to leave.

“Angela…”

“Mm?” Her face was pale and drawn. The words he’d meant to say stuck in his throat.

Pete had always been defiant toward Khloe, but since Angela’s return, it had gotten worse. Just now, he’d dared to call her “Mommy.”

Trey had wanted to ask Angela to correct the boy, but the timing felt all wrong. This wasn’t the moment to bring Khloe into it.

“It’s nothing,” he said finally. “Just… don’t drink like that again. Your body can’t handle it.”

“I won’t next time. You should get some rest too.”

Seeing his concern, a faint, soft smile touched Angela’s eyes.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” he insisted. “It makes me feel better knowing you’re settled.”

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Knowing how stubborn he could be, she didn’t argue. She just closed her eyes and held his hand.

He studied her beautiful face, yet a strange sense of unfamiliarity stirred within him.

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