Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418

Not a single message. Not a single call.

Was Nick… even resting properly right now?

With Loretta and the others around, he should be well taken care of, right?

Khloe should have been angry. But instead, the emotions flooding her mind were mostly worry and unease. She even felt a twinge of regret for having argued with him last night.

But…

Nick was unwell. How could she possibly feel fine?

What had he meant by, “If you regret it, we can end it here”?

What had he meant by “giving her the chance to leave”?

Hearing his cold words cut through her heart like ice. He spoke endlessly about trust, yet the moment trouble arose, his first reaction was to doubt her, to push her away. Not once did he ask how she felt.

Even if she wanted to leave, couldn’t he hold her back firmly? After all, she had made her feelings clear to him

countless times.

Thinking of this, Khloe’s anger flared-not just at him, but at herself too.

Meanwhile, Nick couldn’t focus on work either.

The doctor came for the routine check, noting a slightly irregular heart rate and the deep crease in his brow.

Lenny stood anxiously at his side. “Doctor, Mr. Hunt’s been feeling well these past few days. It should be nothing serious, right?”

“Taking the medication on schedule?”

“Yes. He takes it every day. Mrs. Hunt even calls me daily.” Lenny deliberately mentioned Khloe.

Nick’s expression didn’t change.

“I’m tired. I want to rest.” Nick turned to the side, closing his eyes.

Lenny could do nothing but lead the doctor out.

Moments after they left, Nick’s phone vibrated. His body twitched slightly; his eyes flickered open with a faint clarity. He didn’t even check the caller ID—he answered.

“Hello.”

“Hello, my dear grandson. How are you today?”

It was Loretta.

His recently stirred heart sank again, but Nick froze for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He caught himself-just a touch of wishful thinking.

“Mm. Sorry about yesterday for worrying you all.”

“Oh, yesterday was all your father’s fault! We scolded him severely when we got home. But he’s your dad, and decades of that temper don’t change easily… You poor boy, stuck with a father like that. Don’t waste your energy arguing with him.”