Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 876

Chapter 876

“Hmph.”

Nick waited a long moment before Khloe finally spoke.

She tugged at the blanket, trying to put some distance between them, but Nick’s reflexes were too fast. In an instant, he pulled her back into his arms, cradling her close.

He leaned over her, his gaze warm yet teasing as it hovered above her head. “What did I do? I must be really dense. Tell me, and I’ll fix it right away.”

“I’m jealous.”

Khloe’s hands pushed lightly against his chest, but without much force.

The faint motion sent a jolt through him, his heart racing, his body suddenly ablaze. “Jealous? You’re jealous because of me?” 1

“Mm.”

Nick froze for a moment, then immediately realized what had gone wrong. The tension in his expression melted, and the corner of his mouth curved into an almost imperceptible smile.

“Sorry… I was wrong.”

“That’s a quick apology. So, tell me, what exactly did you do wrong?”

Her voice carried a hint of displeasure, but her body leaned even closer into his embrace.

“I was wrong in…”

Nick’s deep voice held a teasing lilt. He paused, then continued, “…showing understanding toward another woman in front of my wife, even if it was just a reasonable, objective judgment.”

Khloe didn’t reply, but her fingers curled lightly into the front of his pajama top, a subtle squeeze betraying her amusement.

He smiled softly and went on. “I’ve recognized my mistake… I’ve been completely ungrateful, self- righteous, and utterly shameless.”

Khloe stifled a giggle and let out a soft, affectionate “hmph.”

“Just admitting your mistake isn’t enough.”

“Of course.” Nick grasped her fingers and drew her face into his line of sight, locking her eyes with his. Acknowledging it is not enough. I have to make it right.”

“Oh? And how exactly will you do that?”

He bent his head, brushing her earlobe with his lips. “By making sure my wife knows, every single

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moment, that all my attention, all my thoughts, belong only to her. What others are like-proud or gentle, round or sharp-what does that matter to me? My eyes, my heart… there’s only space for my wife.”

His hand drifted to her small, round belly, where their child was growing.

“And here, and here,” his palm warm and tender, “is the entire world I must spend my life understanding and protecting.”

His words were at once candid and deeply heartfelt, completely dissolving the tiny seed of stubbornness lingering in Khloe’s heart.

“Flattering words…” she murmured softly, her fingers tracing his nearby cheek.

“Only for you,” he said, capturing her hand and pressing it to his lips in a solemn kiss. His gaze seemed to hold all the starlight of the night.

“But still… you think I’m being unreasonable, don’t you?”

“There’s an old saying,” Nick murmured, brushing his lips along hers. “The wife is always right.”

“Alright, your apology is perfect… I’ll forgive you this time,” Khloe whispered against his lips.

Her tone softened, tinged with playful scolding. “But next time… don’t show so much understanding toward other women in front of me. Even objective analysis… is not allowed.”

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