Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 422

Chapter 422

Angela, despite being heavily drunk, held on tightly, her arms locked firmly around his neck.

Kirsten gasped. “Angela! Angela, wake up!”

“It’s okay,” Barney said softly, startled for only a moment.

He calmly patted her back. There was a quiet strength in his hands, as if imbued with some kind of gentle magic, and gradually, Angela’s frantic movements subsided.

Barney waited until she was completely still, her breathing even, her body limp as if asleep. Then, he carefully scooped her up in his arms, cradling her horizontally.

“I’ll take her back first.”

“Okay.” Kirsten stood, hurrying to open the door and see them off.

It wasn’t until Barney secured Angela safely in the car that Kirsten finally spoke.

“Barney…”

“Yes?” he replied.

Kirsten’s heart warmed. She had always cared for Angela, her childhood best friend, and hated seeing her treated so poorly-especially after what Trey and Khloe had done.

From the way Barney had handled Angela just now, it was clear he deeply valued her. If he could protect her, she would finally have someone on her side-someone capable of letting her vent and exact the justice she deserved.

Meanwhile, Khloe had been holding herself together for almost twenty-four hours.

By ten that evening, Nick still hadn’t returned home.

She finally couldn’t take it anymore and called him.

The phone rang for a long moment, unanswered.

Khloe’s usually steady composure faltered, and she flung the phone across the room.

“Khloe!” he called.

When a maid opened the front door, Loretta, draped in her coat, slowly stepped out from her room.

She had been about to go to bed when she heard the commotion, assuming it was Arista or someone else returning. But to her surprise, it was Khloe.

“Khloe, it’s so late. Why are you here?”

“Sorry to disturb you,” Khloe said softly. She hadn’t called ahead, knowing the elders would likely already be asleep. She had come quietly, unable to wait until tomorrow to say what needed to be said.

“Oh, I wasn’t asleep anyway,” Loretta waved her hand and ushered Khloe inside. “Did you come to talk to me about something?”

She glanced at Khloe’s injured hand. “Is it still hurting? Feeling any better?”

“It’s alright now,” Khloe replied, her eyes flicking toward the staircase leading to Nick’s room. “Has Nick… gone to sleep? Actually, I came to see him.”