Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 470

Khloe was speechless. She could only look at Nick with tears welling in her eyes.

She had faced every kind of storm since childhood—being bullied, being praised, being pushed down, being lifted up. None of it had ever truly shaken her.

But she had never encountered someone like Nick.

He treated every promise he made as if it were a lifelong mission. He loved a person as if love itself were the flesh and blood that kept him alive.

Did such people really exist in this world?

A child who falls and no one helps up might not cry, but a child who knows someone will comfort them will.

She had grown up without parents, without anyone to spoil her. Even when Trey deceived her, no matter how much she hated him or how much it hurt, she never felt wronged.

But Nick treated her too well. So well that all the grievances she had buried deep inside suddenly surfaced.

She just wanted to cry.

"Why are you crying…? Is it because I didn't tell you sooner and you're upset…?"

Khloe shook her head, still unable to speak. She took a moment to steady herself, and when she saw him about to panic, she suddenly buried herself in his arms.

"Nick, the way you treat me… I feel like I'm dreaming. Ever since I met you, everything feels unreal…"

Her voice was muffled against his chest, thick with emotion and nasal from crying.

Nick finally relaxed and stroked her hair gently.

"Then hit me. If it hurts, you'll know you're not dreaming."

As soon as he said it, he took her hand and tried to guide it toward himself. Khloe immediately pulled back.

She shot him a look tinged with concern.

"Who does that? If anyone should be hit, it should be me."

"That won't do." Nick quickly clasped her hands together. "What's going on? This is supposed to be a happy moment, yet you're crying, fussing, and hitting people."

He teased her lightly, and Khloe broke into a laugh at once.

"Yes, I'm just that unreasonable. Do you regret it now?"

Their hotel was right next to the Royal Palace—a private, invitation-only residence reserved for state-level guests.

As Khloe walked back over the palace stones, she felt like she was floating.

The wedding date had not yet been set, but the thought of a global live broadcast already made her nervous.

Sensing her excitement, Nick held her hand firmly and urged her to stay calm and rest early, so she would look her best for the photo shoot the next day.

But how could she sleep?

Khloe put on an eye mask and tried to force herself to rest. Hours passed, yet she still felt wide awake.

She wanted to hold Nick—his body was warm and always helped her fall asleep.

But when she turned over, the space beside her was empty.

She lifted the eye mask and saw that the bedroom door was open. Water could be heard running in the bathroom not far away.

Hadn't he already showered?