Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 806

The male and female leads wasted no time before tumbling into bed together—scene after scene of coercive passion and domineering affection unfolding without pause.

Charlotte hadn't even finished one episode before her face burned and her heart pounded. She couldn't take it anymore.

At some point, Ethan had drawn closer and closer. The moment she tilted her head slightly, he leaned in as well.

The bridge of his nose brushed her cheek, his lips nearly touching hers.

Charlotte frowned instinctively, wanting to pull away, but forced herself to stay still.

An ambiguous tension thickened the air between them. Ethan's gaze drifted downward, roaming freely over her skin and collarbone.

At the last moment, however, he pressed his lips together, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Are you watching the TV—or watching me?"

Her face grew even hotter.

At that same instant, the provocative dialogue from the drama overlapped with his voice, "You keep throwing yourself into my arms. You really are… shameless."

Charlotte felt her blood surge. If not for her iron restraint, she would have shoved Ethan away and slapped him twice.

How could she possibly watch a romance drama with a man like this?

Her dignity felt stained.

Seeing her sit stiffly, like she was on pins and needles, Ethan stopped teasing her.

As the night wore on, the hypnotic rhythm of the drama made her eyelids grow heavy. She dug her nails into her palms, struggling to stay awake.

But soon she couldn't hold on any longer. Her body tilted, and she suddenly collapsed against Ethan's shoulder.

He blinked in mild surprise, his gaze settling on her peaceful face. A crooked smile tugged at his lips.

When she was obedient, she was rather adorable.

What a pity… in her eyes, no matter what he did, he would always be hateful.

Ethan casually picked up the remote and turned off the television. Then he sat quietly on the sofa for a long time.

Only after Charlotte had fallen completely asleep did he lift her into his arms and carry her to the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.

…

Her anxiety only deepened. She hurried straight to Khloe's residence.

The room was spotless. When Charlotte arrived, the housekeeper emerged from the bathroom and informed her that Khloe had left early that morning.

It wasn't until evening that Charlotte finally spotted Lenny at the entrance of the Hunt Group building.

She rushed forward and blocked his path. "Lenny, why weren't you and Khloe answering your phones? Where is she?"

She had assumed he was with Khloe and was about to breathe a sigh of relief—only to realize he was alone.

Lenny's expression was grave. "Madam and I weren't together today. She went out on her own for some business. I had confidential work to handle, so it wasn't convenient for me to take calls."

"Khloe went out? When? How long has it been?"

"This morning."

"She's been gone all day with no news… No, something must have happened. We need to go find Clarice!"

As Charlotte grew agitated, Lenny quickly stopped her.