Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 879

Chapter 879

Nick paused for a moment, his gaze settling on Khloe’s slightly flushed face-obviously embarrassed and a little annoyed at being interrupted. A faint, gentle smile flickered in his eyes. Yet his tone over the phone remained polite, cool, and distant. “Khloe and I still have things to do. We’ll hang up now.”

Without waiting for Barney to respond, Nick decisively pressed the hang-up button.

Instantly, the world went quiet.

Khloe spun around, narrowing her eyes in mock reproach as she reached for her phone. “Why did you hang up for me? I wasn’t finished yet.”

Nick lifted the phone out of reach, one arm wrapping her waist to pull her into his embrace. He leaned down and lightly, yet deliberately, bit her lips.

“You still have more to say? Wasn’t what I told you last night clear enough?” His voice was low, threaded with a hint of displeasure. “From now on, you belong to me.”

“Control freak!” Khloe let out a soft gasp from the bite, covering her lips, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “Maybe it really was something serious.” 1

“Serious?” Nick raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing dangerously. Then, with a teasing edge of impatience, he handed the phone back to her.

“Fine. Then call back now.”

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Watching him so effortlessly play the domineering part, Khloe couldn’t help but laugh, both exasperated and entertained. She looped her arms around his neck and tipped onto her toes to plant a quick kiss at the corner of his tense lips.

“I’m just teasing. I’m not calling.” Her voice was soft, coaxing.

Nick’s expression softened at last. He took her hand, and together they headed to the gym for some light exercise before moving on to breakfast.

After breakfast, under Khloe’s supervision, Nick took several doses of his medication.

Though his health had recovered fairly well and they lived as if nothing had happened, Khloe’s worry remained buried deep in her heart. Every time she watched him take his medicine, the weight in her expression betrayed her concern.

“Has your stomach been hurting more often lately?” she asked suddenly.

Nick held her hand, shaking his head. “I guess I’ve fully recovered. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Don’t heal and forget the pain,” Khloe said sharply. She knew he liked to endure discomfort, getting used to it over time, so she kept a close eye on any changes.

These past few days, he had seemed in good spirits.

“We’ll go to the hospital again tomorrow for a check-up,”

“Didn’t I just get checked? So many tests, I can’t handle it.”

“Before the wedding, I need to make sure your body can handle the strain,” Khloe didn’t give him a chance to bargain.

Now he was like a spoiled child under her care-every treatment, every checkup, he had to be coaxed through.

That afternoon, Khloe and Nick went to the pre-arranged boutique to select her wedding dresses. Sixteen gowns had been ordered for the banquet; Khloe needed to choose eight.

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