Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 892

Chapter 892

Barney tried to stop Khloe again, but a servant quickly blocked him.

After he left, the butler handed Nick a delicate velvet box.

Khloe’s morning had already been ruined by Barney. She had done some yoga in the gym, then soaked alone in a bath. Nick had wanted to join, but she had firmly refused him.

It wasn’t until the afternoon, when Lenny delivered samples for the wedding favors, that Khloe seemed to regain a bit of her spirit. She came out to look them over with Nick.

“These will do. I think this is enough,” she said, nodding. Nick had no objections.

Lenny, having finished his work, planned to leave quickly-after all, it was the newlyweds! honeymoon period, and he had no desire to be an unnecessary third wheel. 1

But Khloe called him back. “By the way, don’t include Barney on the wedding guest list.”

“Oh?” Lenny was surprised. She had been the one insisting on adding him before. And considering the size of Barney’s gift, how could they really leave him out?

“That’s what she said,” Nick said softly. Lenny understood immediately and nodded.

Once Lenny left, Nick turned to Khloe. She was playing with one of the invitation samples, still looking unsettled.

He reached for her hand. “It’s not worth getting upset over Barney.”

She froze, saying nothing.

“Whatever happened in the past… as long as it’s something you don’t want to bring up, it will never touch us again.” Nick’s voice was gentle, a soft anchor. He drew her closer, resting her head against his chest, letting her fully relax.

His chest was solid, warm as fire. His heartbeat was steady and strong, a rhythm that slowly soothed her.

Khloe leaned against him in silence for a while, and her tangled thoughts finally began to settle.

“You’re not going to ask me why I reacted so strongly to Barney?” she asked after a long pause, her voice muffled.

Nick stroked her long hair, a faint smile on his lips. “I wanted to ask… but I was afraid it would make you feel worse.”

“Nick… do you know what I hated most as a child?”

His chest tightened. He gently traced her face with his fingers, speaking softly, as if afraid to disturb her. “What?”

“Sunset,” she said.

“The orphanage closed at six-thirty every day, after the sun had fully set.

“That’s when parents came for the children-those adopting, those visiting. The courtyard would fill up, noisy and bustling. Many children would gather by the gate.”

Everyone knew that at that hour, the children called out would receive new clothes, treats, and, if lucky, get to leave the orphanage with their parents. The excitement was palpable.

Khloe had felt it too.

But day after day, every child in her class was chosen-except her. She would watch the sun slowly sink, the last golden rays framing the silhouettes of other children leaving, and feel a deep, crushing disappointment. A sadness that lingered long after the day ended.

Eventually, she developed a visceral dislike for twilight itself.

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