Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 447

"It's getting late. I'm tired. I'm heading back first."

After a brief hesitation, Charlotte stood and left, ignoring Ethan no matter how he called her. She didn't even glance back.

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The next morning, Khloe had just woken when she realized Nick was already watching her.

"Why are you up so early? Why aren't you sleeping a little longer?" she asked.

"I can't," Nick murmured, propping himself on his elbow beside her. Her tousled hair brushed against his arm, tickling him slightly.

Khloe blinked, puzzled, waiting for him to continue.

"Just thinking that in four days, you'll leave me... I don't want to waste a single moment," he said.

Khloe was leaving the country next week to meet her grandfather. It wouldn't be long, but Nick's selfishness didn't allow her to spare any time for anyone else.

"Come on... It's not like I'm not coming back..." Khloe said, only to have Nick press a finger to her lips.

"Don't say that. I don't want to hear it."

Her heart fluttered at the sight of Nick's serious expression. How could someone with a face that could turn heads everywhere act like a little pet who couldn't bear to leave his owner? It was absurdly cute.

She lifted her hand, guiding his head closer and whispered near his ear, "How long have you been watching me?"

Khloe noticed his ears turn red at her warm breath, quivering slightly.

"Since before dawn... until the sun came up," Nick answered honestly.

"Then why didn't you... kiss me, wake me up?" she asked softly, teasingly nipping at his ear.

Instantly, his neck flushed a deeper red. His fair skin made the color even more noticeable.

Nick pursed his lips, breathing heavier. His shirt was off, revealing taut abs and the heat of his back scars. Reluctantly, he let her go.

Only then did they pick up their phones. Khloe's eyes widened at the caller ID, and she quickly dressed before rushing out.

"It's Grandma Loretta! Get dressed!"

While they had been lingering on the bed, Loretta had called five times and sent messages, saying she was waiting outside.

Khloe smoothed her hair and opened the door.

Loretta stood there in a black plaid suit skirt—immaculately formal. Beside her was a middle-aged man of around fifty, and a younger woman dressed in professional attire, likely an assistant.

"Khloe, is Nick up yet?" Loretta asked, beaming at her.

It was nearly ten o'clock. Normally, Nick and Khloe would have been awake long ago, but both were on leave, and she wasn't entirely sure of their schedule.