Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396

Khloe pressed a soft kiss to Nick’s lips.

“You’re so sweet. Ate a lot of sugar?”

The moment she pulled away, Nick kissed her again. This time, it wasn’t the deep, lingering kiss from before- just a gentle, teasing suck.

“Then you can taste it more.”

Khloe couldn’t take it. How could he manage to look at that impossibly cold, stoic face and still reduce her to mush?

“I’m hungry,” she said, pouting and blinking at him. “But I still… don’t want to move.”

It was dark, and they hadn’t even turned on the lights. Neither of them wanted to leave the other’s side, nor rise from the sofa. Khloe had only removed her coat-she hadn’t even changed clothes.

“Fine, then I’ll make you dinner,” Nick said, starting to get up, only to have Khloe tug on his arm.

“You’re the patient. You can’t overexert yourself. I’d feel bad if you cooked for me,” she murmured playfully, nibbling his ear.

Heat rose to his ears and surged through him. He quickly pressed her arm against his chest. “Don’t feel bad. I want to.”

Though he said he wanted to, there was no intention of leaving. Instead, he shifted closer, as if thinking of something else entirely.

Khloe knew he was easily teased. The doctor had already warned them repeatedly: no strenuous activity. She immediately turned, grabbing her phone.

“We’ll just order food delivery,” she said.

He was interrupted but undeterred. Wrapping her against him, he pulled her close. “I want to check out the options too.”

“What do you want to eat?” she asked.

She turned to explain to him, but his fingers had already opened the message. The full text read: [Khloe, you looked so beautiful today. May I ask which brand your outfit is? I’d like to send something to a friend.]

Since Khloe might not have saved his number, the sender even left his name at the end: Barney.

Khloe hurried to explain. “He’s the vice chairman of Solara Energy, I spoke to him briefly at the summit and gave him my business card.”

For some reason, she felt guilty. Then she added, “My outfit is indeed a niche brand-very design-forward, looks quite unique. Maybe he wants to buy it for his wife.”

Why did this Barney feel the need to compliment her first before asking about the brand?

“Hmm.” Nick released her hand. “Reply him.”

There was no unusual tone, yet the sheer composure in his voice sent a subtle shiver down her spine.