Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 776

Arista watched Khloe, knowing it was just an excuse.

Nick's bedroom held the sweetest memories the two of them had shared. Khloe probably feared that seeing these familiar objects would make her think of him even more, keeping her awake through the night.

Arista nodded and called the driver to take Khloe back.

On the way home, Khloe gazed out the window. The night was quiet, streetlights sparse, their dappled glow casting a hazy filter over her face. She thought of the times she had returned home with Nick—always in a whirlwind, as if they wished to stretch every fleeting moment into a lifetime. Meeting, registering their marriage, even… saying goodbye.

When the car stopped at a red light, another vehicle pulled up alongside.

Through the window, Khloe glimpsed a familiar profile. Her heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, she thought it was a trick of her mind. But before she could react, the car swerved away.

"Follow that car!" Khloe immediately ordered the driver.

The other car, however, seemed aware of being tailed. It changed lanes a few times and, by the next intersection, vanished from sight.

Khloe had the driver stop, jumped out, and ran, but the empty streets left no trace of the car.

She had clearly seen him—behind that half-opened window, it was him… Nick!

Was it all just her imagination?

If it wasn't, then why was he avoiding her?

Her mind was a frozen wasteland, sinking bit by bit into a bottomless chasm. The endless night seemed to suffocate her.

The driver hurried over, panicked. "Miss Roswell, what's wrong? It's cold out tonight—please get back in the car! You could catch a chill!"

Khloe's thoughts were pulled back. She had no choice but to return to the car, telling herself perhaps it was a hallucination. Nick wouldn't have not come to see her if he'd returned.

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