Because Khloe cooked so well, Nick remembered.
Because she loved watching movies, he decided that watching them with her was the best kind of entertainment.
And the wedding house—well, that was the weight on his mind.
He needed to buy the house quickly, take wedding photos, hold the wedding...
After that, Khloe would have no chance to change her mind.
Hearing Nick speak, Khloe's naturally rosy cheeks deepened even further. She said nothing, responding instead with a kiss.
Last night, his kisses had made her feel so comfortable; today, the first thing she longed for upon waking was the warmth of his lips.
The two of them finally enjoyed a rare, full morning of rest, not getting up until the afternoon.
Nick had missed more than a dozen calls; Khloe had seven or eight. Mostly work calls.
They only skimmed through them—none were urgent, just trivial reports that could wait.
But one call stood out: from Loretta.
Both of them answered immediately.
Loretta had been worried last night and even sent Khloe a little essay, urging her to be more understanding of Nick. True to form, even without knowing the full story, every word of that essay hit the heart of the matter as if she already knew why the couple had argued.
If their relationship were only a marriage of convenience, everything would revolve around benefits.
But they were in love—and Loretta and Leon had also married for love, not just for the sake of marriage.

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