Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 489

"Charlotte, following Khloe—is that really all there is to it?"

Ethan couldn't understand it.

Khloe wasn't even Charlotte's real sister. Sure, Khloe gave her a little guidance here and there, but how could that compare to the lessons life taught through power, wealth, and desire?

Charlotte replied calmly, "Ethan, and you, following Clarice—doing things that only harm others while benefiting yourself—is that really all right?"

He snorted, a hint of derision in his voice. "Clarice is my mother. Besides, she has her own position. Just because she doesn't get along with Khloe doesn't mean she's acting selfishly."

"Morrison Group isn't just one person's domain. I believe that if you and Clarice are willing, everyone could coexist peacefully."

Charlotte spoke while turning into the bedroom to swap out the bedding. She didn't intend to share bed linens with Ethan. She remembered a set she hadn't washed yet—still clean enough—and figured it could serve him for one night. She would sleep on the sofa.

Watching Charlotte busy herself, Ethan felt an inexplicable warmth.

At home, servants always made his bed. He had grown up accustomed to life as a young master. But as far back as he could remember, no family member had ever done this for him.

Perhaps it was Charlotte's humble, "commoner" energy that gave him a rare sense of family closeness. Watching her make the bed for him stirred something in him.

He rubbed his nose, letting go of the irritation he had felt toward her.

"Peaceful coexistence?" he muttered. "How easy is that? My mother earned half the credit for Morrison Group's empire. Niel's will is a betrayal. If it were you, would you hand over the legacy you spent your life building to someone else?"

"That's Niel's fault, not Khloe's. Besides, Khloe has suffered plenty. Inheriting the family fortune now is just the sweet reward after all the bitterness. She didn't steal it—so why would she give it away?"

Charlotte remained calm.

By the time he finished speaking, his shirt lay on the cleanest spot of the bay window she normally kept tidy.

He glanced back and noticed her sneaking looks, and a low chuckle escaped him. "I'm not that modest. If you want to look, go ahead. There are plenty of women who wish they had a body like mine anyway."

He even cast a glance down at his own abs. Tall, muscular, disciplined—he made time to work out even in the busiest schedule. Even if his face wasn't the most celebrated, his physique and stamina certainly were.

Charlotte quickly averted her eyes. Every time Ethan spoke like this, it perfectly refreshed her irritation meter.

"I can get you some clothes," she said, hugging the bedding. "But I'm slow, so you'd better take your time washing—don't catch a cold."

And with that, she left the bedroom.