Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 424

Chapter 424

Khloe’s words stung far more than a slap, cutting deeper into Michelle’s pride.

“You feel sorry for me? On what grounds? You know perfectly well that things between Nick and you won’t work out, and he’s already given up on you. And yet, here you are, still clinging onto him. Doesn’t that count as obsession?”

Michelle fumed, but Khloe ignored her completely and started walking away.

“Khloe! Don’t you want to know why I’m here? I can tell you! It’s because Nick doesn’t want to see you right now!”

Michelle called after her, but Khloe paused only briefly.

“Why you’re here isn’t my concern. If I really wanted to know, I’d ask my husband.”

Michelle opened her mouth again, but Khloe’s figure had already faded down the corridor. The lights dimmed, swallowing her up, making every step feel heavy and slow.

Inside his room, Nick sat in darkness, the lights off. Only the glow of his phone pierced the black, showing Khloe’s missed call-but he didn’t dare reach for it. The screen flickered off and on, a small beacon of

connection he couldn’t bring himself to touch.

Michelle’s words still circled in his mind.

An hour ago, she had knocked on his door. Somehow, she had heard rumors that Nick and Khloe had fought, and he had left home that night. She had immediately bought a plane ticket to find him.

The moment Nick saw her, he knew: there was a spy within his household.

The previous night at his home had been turbulent. Only the housekeepers, Lenny, and the doctor knew he had

lost control and come here.

He didn’t have the patience to investigate further. Anyone who wasn’t Lenny had to go.

Michelle knew she wouldn’t be met with kind words, but even the slightest chance was enough for her to act.

At that moment, the doorbell rang again. He ignored it, until the ringing grew insistent. Then, he heard pounding against the door.

“Nick! Open the door! I know you’re in there! Do you really want a divorce?”

The furious voice pierced his ears.

He flinched. Khloe… was here. She had come.

He hesitated for what felt like an eternity—until he heard her cry out, her voice trembling with hurt, “Nick, how can you be so cruel? My hands are bleeding, and you still won’t open the door?”

The words were soaked in grievance, a hint of tears creeping through.

Before she could continue, the door suddenly swung open.

Khloe hadn’t fully registered what was happening before a strong arm shot out, gripping both her hands.