Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 589

Chapter 589

“They’re my accompanying doctors-Dr. Fred Kirby and his assistant,” Nick said softly, his words carrying a gentle warmth, almost magnetic in the quiet room. Even his tone and the calm in his expression seemed to radiate kindness.

Standing next to Khloe, it was as if he had transformed from a solitary peak into a comforting sun.

The female doctor glanced at him, a flicker of regret in her eyes, and nodded. Dr. Kirby hurried to explain, ‘ We’re here temporarily. You probably haven’t met us before, Mrs. Hunt.”

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“Thank you for coming,” Khloe replied warmly, shaking their hands before immediately asking about Nick’s condition.

Although she had just accompanied him at the hospital, where all his tests had come back normal, and his recovery was nearly complete, Khloe’s concern lingered. A serious illness always left a shadow, and the sight of doctors made her instinctively double-check.

Dr. Kirby responded professionally, reassuring her that Nick had no major issues-just needed to rest more.

The female doctor, however, remained silent, head lowered, observing Khloe without speaking.

Khloe didn’t notice, and only after the two left did she turn back to Nick, holding his hand with relief.

“Not bad-this time, you remembered to bring a doctor with you. Otherwise, I really would have been unhappy.”

Now that they were alone, Nick relaxed. He slid a hand around Khloe’s waist, drawing her close against his chest.

His lips hovered just above hers. “Unhappy about what?”

“Unhappy that you went off and made decisions without telling me,” Khloe said, her eyes filled with concern, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “What if something happened on the way? What if you got hurt?”

She pressed lightly against his nose, a playful reprimand rather than force, grazing it like a kitten’s paw, teasing and stirring the waves of his heart.

“Luckily, I’m here. If you had suddenly disappeared and I wasn’t around, I would’ve gone crazy… Isn’t mental health even more important than physical health?” Nick murmured, his breath brushing against her fingers like a cool, tingling snake.

His voice slowed, lips tracing over her fingers, drifting up to brush against her chin. Khloe couldn’t pull away; his strong arms held her close, and she surrendered to his intoxicating warmth.

Before this, they had endless words unsaid, countless things to do. Yet, the moment they touched, nothing else mattered. Their bodies and souls moved instinctively toward each other, seeking closeness, merging instinct

with desire.

Nick led her into the bedroom, pressing her into him as he did. He was lightly dressed-a thin, tight gray sweater and soft light-colored pants-while Khloe was layered in multiple clothes, the inner and outer layers cumbersome and heavy, a wide suit jacket that felt all wrong in this intimate moment.

He helped her undress along the way, gently removing each layer. But when they reached the bed, he froze.

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“Why are you dressed like this today?” he asked, puzzled.

Khloe stiffened, cheeks flushed, body already sensitive under his touch. And yet here he was, holding her head and asking this question.

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