Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Nick’s words reached Khloe’s ears, and she murmured a reply.

Nick thought of how she had been pressed close against his chest just moments ago. His voice dropped, low and controlled, “You’re not asleep?”

“I… I was so tired earlier I could barely keep my eyes open… but I knew, Mr. Hunt, that you were here.”

Khloe tilted her head back, eyes still heavy and barely open, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I don’t know how you got here, but with you… I don’t think anyone could dare hurt me now… I just want to rest a bit…”

The alcohol muddled her thoughts. She spoke without coherence, saying whatever came to mind, but the meaning was clear.

Something stirred in Nick. She trusted him-truly trusted him. And the word “hurt” lingered in his mind, filling him with a flicker of guilt. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“Not late… just in time.” Khloe pressed her dry lips together, voice thick with haze. “I finished everything… now I can rest.”

“Rest here, with me?”

“Mhm.”

He asked casually, and she murmured her assent, her voice soft and unsteady. A smile threatened his lips. He had seen her twice before, she had seemed serious and composed, yet here she was-loose, disheveled, yet somehow endearing. The drunk, unfocused look on her face wasn’t unpleasant at all; if anything, it was oddly charming.

At that moment, his phone buzzed. Lenny had sent him a video.

He glanced at Khloe, curled in the corner of the seat, slipping gradually into a heap. Unsure if she was asleep, he slipped on his headphones and watched.

The footage made his expression darken instantly. The men in the private room had been far worse than he imagined forcing drinks, harassing her, leering.

He took off the headphones and sent Lenny two words: [Handle them.]

“Khloe.”

He set the phone aside, his voice low and firm as he spoke her name again. After a long moment, she murmured a faint “Mm.”

“Come here.”

She stirred, perhaps understanding, but didn’t move, mumbling incoherently.

“Why didn’t you tell me the Morrison family were bullying you?” he asked coldly. Even though he knew she was barely processing anything, likely unable to fully hear him, he pressed.

She murmured another soft “Mm.”

“If you don’t want to be hurt, don’t pretend you can handle everything alone. Isn’t it that simple-to let someone help you?”

He thought of how she was an orphan, how she had always relied only on herself. That independence, that relentless self-reliance, made her different. No one else could ever be completely selfless, could ever give so

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On the journey back, Khloe finally drifted into sleep.

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