Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 80

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Chapter So

Khloe returned to the office. By the time she wrapped up her work, it was already past nine. She had just organized her documents when the duty room called, saying two elderly visitors were waiting at the entrance.

Her chest tightened. She ran to the window, peering down. The familiar Rolls-Royce was still parked there.

“They’re still waiting…” she murmured, abandoning her coat and clutching her files as she dashed downstairs.

The thought of them-their age, the eight-hour flight, and the afternoon spent accompanying her-made her anxious. They couldn’t possibly be expected to wait much longer. She just wanted them to rest.

As soon as Khloe appeared, the car door opened. Grandma Orsen stepped out and linked her arm with hers.

“Miss Roswell, you shouldn’t work so hard. You probably haven’t eaten. Why not have something now before going back to work?”

“Yes, Miss Roswell. I saw the whole building empty by now, and we were worried about your health,” Grandpa Orsen added, his tone filled with concern.

The steady care from these two kind elders made Khloe’s heart swell. She felt deeply touched.

She climbed into the car. “I really appreciate your kindness, but my project schedule is extremely tight. I still have so much to finish, and I really can’t make time for a proper meal right now.”

“It’s okay-we’ve already taken care of it,” Grandma Orsen said with a smile, signaling the assistant in the backseat. Out came several elaborately crafted, custom-made sandalwood lunch boxes, stacked seven layers high.

They had known she was busy and hadn’t wanted her to go far. The chef had prepared the meals personally from a Michelin restaurant-but, unfortunately, they had cooled.

“Grandma Orsen…” Khloe’s voice trembled, her emotions threatening to spill over. She had never experienced anything like this in her life-this sense of being cared for, pampered and cherished.

Could this be what it felt like to be loved by family?

“Eh? The food’s cold now? No. You can’t eat that. Wait a moment, I’ll have someone order a fresh batch,” Grandpa Orsen said quickly.

“No, that would take too long. Why don’t you just heat these at the office? Anyway, Miss Roswell is busy; we don’t want to disturb her,” Grandma Orsen replied after a moment.

Concerned, Khloe asked, “You two haven’t eaten either, right? There’s enough here for three of us. Let’s eat together-I’ll bring it down.”

“It’s… alright. We don’t mind skipping a meal. You need to work, so you should eat something!” Grandma Orsen waved her hand, trying to brush off the thought of Khloe being inconvenienced.

But Khloe gave the driver her home address.

“My place isn’t far. Let’s heat the food there and eat together. If you’d like to stay for the evening, you’re welcome. I’ve brought my things-I can work at home and keep you company.”

She could see it in their eyes-they wanted desperately to stay with her all day. They’d flown eight hours to be here, and their home wasn’t nearby. They were aging, and loneliness was inevitable. Khloe felt honored to be held in such regard by them.

Hearing her words, the two elders’ eyes lit up immediately, nodding in agreement.

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