"If you like it, I'll have them make a matching couple's set."
Nick lowered his head, standing beside Khloe as they both looked at their reflection in the mirror.
Her face was fresh and fair. She was the kind of beauty with striking features—graceful without makeup, breathtaking with it. At the moment, dressed in simple loungewear and standing next to a man with such exceptionally handsome features, she did not lose out in the slightest. Instead, they somehow looked perfectly matched.
In fact, Khloe's face softened all of Nick's usual aloofness and authority, making him seem less like a lofty, untouchable figure and more like a big puppy beside a pampered young lady.
The thought made her secretly smile.
The moment she smiled, Nick felt his heart melt. He asked gently, "Is that bad?"
"It's good. Sure. Have them make it," Khloe said. "I want to wear matching outfits with you."
She reached up and pinched his usually serious face twice.
There wasn't much flesh on his cheeks, and his skin was thin, but it still felt nice to the touch. And when she kissed him, it was always smooth and soft.
Nick looked at her indulgently, letting her toy with his face as she pleased.
"You must be hungry. After we wash up, let's go out to eat," he said after holding her for a while.
Khloe had already noticed that he had packed up early that morning, as if he were preparing to go out.
"Where are you going? You can't go too far. The doctor is coming today to check on you."
She remembered his medical appointments very clearly.
These past few days, he had been taking his medicine on time. Aside from not being able to stand for long periods, he seemed almost fully recovered. The scabs from his external wounds had fallen off, leaving only fresh red scars.
As for internal injuries, he felt no discomfort. The doctor had said that as long as he didn't run a high fever again, everything was normal.
"To Jayelle City," Nick said calmly.
Khloe froze. "Why are you suddenly going to Jayelle City?"
"There's a project. I want to take a look while I'm there."
He used the word "while," but Khloe didn't notice the nuance and simply assumed he was in a hurry for work.
"It shouldn't take long, right?" she asked.
"Just two days," he replied lightly.
"Then I'll bring less stuff—just two changes of clothes…"
As she was speaking, she saw him put most of her underwear into the suitcase—choosing all the styles he liked best, the more revealing ones.
She nearly choked on her mouthwash.
"Nick, you don't need to bring so many of these."
She rushed over and waved her hand, signaling that she would pack them herself.
When Khloe almost dumped all the sets back out, Nick frowned and pressed her hand down.
"We can't bring any less than that. I like them."

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The readers' comments on the novel: Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy)
This is the story that I like reading. The heroine got the hold of the situation right away. No humiliation, no injustice, which keep the readers feeling bad all the way while waiting for the right thing to settle in favor of the heroine. Good storyline,congrats writer!...