Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 325

The surrounding villagers fell silent at first, then whispers began to ripple through the crowd.

Khloe's words carried tremendous weight. Michelle had merely tried to poke at Khloe subtly, yet Khloe had openly accused her of attempting to seduce Nick—bluntly, without any concern for decorum.

"Khloe, don't talk nonsense! I… I'm only doing my job—"

"Your devotion to Nick hasn't gone unnoticed. But even though we've only been married a short time, the bond between Nick and me isn't something you can judge—or interfere with."

Once again, Khloe cut her off. Her voice was soft, almost gentle, yet the force behind it sent a chill through the air.

Michelle's face drained of color, then flushed red. Her earlier confidence evaporated as she realized the villagers' gazes had shifted. What had been sympathy for her moments ago now turned to scrutiny and surprise.

For the first time, they understood: Michelle wasn't simply kindhearted—she'd been trying to undermine the rightful wife.

Who could have guessed? A woman who seemed so warm and approachable on the outside could be so unscrupulous inside.

"Khloe! I know you care about what others say, but even if you're angry, you can't… you can't speak so cruelly!"

Michelle paused, then quickly resumed her act of wounded innocence.

"When has my wife ever needed to care about such baseless gossip?"

Before Khloe could respond, a slightly hoarse yet unmistakably familiar voice rang out from behind, instantly drawing every eye.

Everyone turned to look, and there stood Nick, appearing out of nowhere behind them.

He wore simple hospital clothes with a jacket draped casually over his shoulders, accompanied by Lenny and the others. Despite his pallid complexion, his tall frame exuded full presence and authority.

He was awake. Truly awake. This was not a dream. Nick was real, and he was standing right in front of her.

Joy and anguish mingled, stinging her nose as her tears soaked the front of his shirt.

Nick's brow furrowed at the sudden ache in his chest. He cleared his throat and brushed her hair back before speaking. "I'm sorry. I made you worry again."

Khloe barely responded, shaking her head and quickly raising her reddened eyes to him. "Are you uncomfortable anywhere? Why aren't you still in the hospital?"

"I'm fine now. But you… you slept on the sofa last night. Feeling any better from your cold?"

His voice was low, filled with care and a softness that threatened to overflow.

He had woken last night, and the past few days had felt like a dream. Even within that dream, he could sense her presence beside him.