Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

“Ah… alright.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hunt.”

Even though everyone’s curiosity was piqued, no one dared ask more-Nick’s presence carried an unspoken command that silenced questions.

Khloe hesitated a moment, then spoke up, “Nick… about Michelle… are you sure you don’t want to go check on her?”

She recalled what Michael had said: Michelle came from a scholarly family, always disciplined and composed. To lose her composure so publicly, she must have been deeply hurt.

Nick’s tone softened, calmer than before. “Today is our engagement party. You are the focus of this event.

“Lenny will make sure she gets home safely. There’s no need to let someone unimportant disrupt our engagement.

“I am your fiancé. Leaving you on our engagement day to chase after someone else would be disrespectful. I wouldn’t do that.”

The earlier disruption had stirred in her a faint unease about this arranged engagement. But his words-direct, considerate, and deliberate-were like a small stone dropped into her heart, sending ripples outward.

So the engagement she thought was just a formality, in Nick’s mind, mattered. Her feelings mattered.

After the banquet, Nick’s grandparents were reluctant to see Khloe leave. They wished she could move directly into his estate. Khloe, pressed by courtesy and work, could only offer flimsy excuses.

Nick personally escorted her home.

Exhausted from back-to-back work, Khloe had barely sat in the car before drifting into sleep. When she awoke, the car was parked in front of her building. Nick sat quietly on one side, seemingly content just to wait.

“Nick… I’m sorry. Have I been sleeping for long?” she murmured, glancing at the time. She inhaled sharply. “It’s so late… you should have woken me.”

It was already 1 a.m. She had slept for over an hour.

“I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn’t wake you. You should go inside and rest,” he said.

“Alright… thank you.”

Khloe nodded, not wanting to take up more of his time. As she stepped out of the car, she glanced back. He was leaning slightly forward, fingers lightly pressing the bridge of his nose, exhaustion faintly etched into his posture.

Of course he was far busier than she was, undoubtedly far more tired. Yet, he rarely allowed himself to appear vulnerable; even this slight hint of fatigue seemed carefully contained.

The next morning at the Fox Group, Angela had just reached her desk when countless eyes snapped toward her.

Everyone was staring.

A staff member hurried over and said softly, “Miss Thompson, the chairman requests your presence in the CEO’s

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Chapter 89

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