Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 959

Charlotte slept poorly and woke early the next morning.

As expected, when she stepped out of her room, Noah was already gone.

The sofa had been tidied neatly. He had left nothing behind—not even the cake box on the table, which he had taken away with the trash.

He was like the wind—arriving without a sound, leaving without a trace.

Charlotte sat down where he had slept the night before, a dull heaviness settling in her chest.

What, exactly, was love?

Why was it so hard for two people who cared for each other to be together?

Why was it that the more you cared about someone, the harder they were to hold on to?

Exhausted, Charlotte ended up arriving at work an hour late—something that rarely happened.

But as she passed the front desk, she noticed someone making inquiries, asking to meet Khloe.

"Miss Roswell isn't in recently. May I ask what this is regarding?"

It was uncommon for people to request meetings with Khloe through the front desk, so Charlotte couldn't help but feel a little curious. The last time she had seen someone come looking for Khloe like this… it had been Noah.

The receptionist quickly handed over a business card.

"Hello, I'm a doctor who previously worked with Nick Hunt's medical team."

Charlotte glanced at the card. The woman's name was Anna Reid, listed as a specially appointed surgeon at Lurssen Hospital.

"Hello. May I ask what this is about?"

Anna responded at once, "I'm actually looking for Nick Hunt. But I don't know him well and don't have his contact information. Hunt Group told me he's not in—has his condition improved? I've been researching some alternative treatments I'd like him to try."

She was overwhelmed the entire day.

With Ethan gone so suddenly, his team had been left without direction. Several projects urgently required her coordination. She forced herself to focus, using the intensity of her work to fill the emptiness left by Noah's departure—and to temporarily forget the cold look Ethan had given her.

By the time the city lights flickered on, she finally dragged her exhausted body out of the office.

She declined a colleague's offer for a ride. She wanted to walk alone.

The night deepened, traffic flowing endlessly along the streets. Charlotte followed her usual route back to her apartment, the early autumn breeze brushing against her with a faint chill.

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she couldn't shake the feeling that faint footsteps were trailing behind her.

She glanced back several times, yet saw only hurried passersby or empty street corners.

She must just be too tired, she told herself, quickening her pace.