Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 475

Khloe had slept well and woke up early the next morning, only to find Nick holding her, his body slightly curled, still carrying the weight of fatigue across his face.

A pang of worry shot through Khloe's heart. All this for a lavish, dreamlike wedding—he must be exhausted.

Her fingers brushed against his long eyelashes, and as a faint tickle stirred her heart, his dark eyes slowly lifted to meet hers.

Nick let out a low hum, lazily steadying her hand. His voice was husky. "You're awake."

"Mm. It's still early. You can sleep another ten minutes," Khloe murmured, her fingertips gently smoothing the stray strands of hair on his forehead.

With his eyes closed, Nick drew her closer, nose nudging the top of her head, letting out a muffled sound in reply.

Seeing him so rare in his dependence softened Khloe completely. She closed her eyes again, quietly staying with him until the alarm finally rang.

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The following day's shoot went flawlessly.

Every glance shared between them in front of the camera was breathtaking. The light, the scenery, everything was perfect. From the seasonal shifts to the passage of time, almost every frame was photogenic.

The videos required only a few takes. What had originally been a full day's worth of shooting was completed by evening.

After wrap, the makeup artist from yesterday, suddenly inspired, eagerly said to Khloe, "Khloe, behind the palace there's a famous tree—it's an ancient tree, over a thousand years old. Many visitors hang lucky pouches and write wishes on it. They say it's especially effective for love—lots of couples come here to make a wish."

She pointed it out as the late sunset cast a golden glow across the sky. The ancient tree was at its most beautiful in this light. Khloe could already imagine making a romantic wish here with Nick.

Seeing her tiptoe and fumble a bit, Nick, taller than her, reached from behind and tied the two ribbons together.

"Couples who tie their names here," Khloe said, "are said to be blessed with lifelong love, never parting."

"One lifetime is too short. If it's a wish, I want eternity—life after life," Nick replied softly. He closed his eyes, pressed his hands together, and, in a rare display of reverence, made a wish to the ancient tree.

Khloe blinked, surprised. Nick, who never believed in gods or spirits, had spoken such words.

She held the instant camera in her hand. Just then, a breeze stirred, and the red clouds above rolled like waves across the sky. She snapped a quick photo.

The image appeared almost immediately. Under the evening sky, Nick's tall, slender form stood beside the majestic ancient tree, silent and solemn, hands clasped in prayer—a devotion so earnest it made the heart stir.