Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 896

Chapter 896

This time, the reply came quickly: [Practice more if you’re bad.]

Charlotte paused, her fingers hovering over the screen.

Noah’s words were direct, but did he have to be this brutal?

Seeing her silent, he added: [Actually, it’s okay. You react pretty fast. Next time we play, I’ll guide you.]

[Alright.]

Charlotte’s lips curved into a small, relieved smile. If he said that, it meant he’d be logging in regularly.

Her message had barely gone through when his avatar dimmed, signaling he had logged off.

She played a few solo practice matches to kill time.

After a while, the bedroom door opened, and Ethan stepped out.

Charlotte glanced at him. “The porridge isn’t ready yet.”

“How much longer?”

He sighed, pacing slowly toward the sofa. He had hoped Charlotte might help him sit, but the stubborn girl ignored him completely, eyes glued to her phone.

“Almost ready… Half an hour.”

Charlotte didn’t even look up.

He cleared his throat. “That’s enough. I’m hungry. Let’s eat now.”

“Wait, I still…” Charlotte trailed off, but Ethan snatched her phone before she could finish.

In a few swift moves, he had exited her game and locked the phone on the table beside them.

“Are you some kind of gaming addict? If you keep ignoring me like this, I’ll call Khloe. Let her see how her favorite subordinate neglects her benefactor.”

“Ha.”

Charlotte almost laughed with exasperation. She had been starting to warm up to Ethan, but his insufferable habits kept wiping out her goodwill in one fell swoop.

He lowered his eyes, pretending to reach for the phone again.

“Fine, we’ll eat. Please wait.”

Charlotte nodded. She’d let it slide. If he complained to Khloe, she’d only be more exasperated.

When the porridge was served, it wasn’t quite to Ethan’s perfectionist standard, but it was fragrant, smooth, and thick.

Seeing him eat with satisfaction, Charlotte tidied up her things, ready to leave.

“Leaving already?” he asked, looking up.

She picked up her bag. “Take your time with the porridge. I’ll clear the bowl tomorrow. Your doctor said you need more rest, so I won’t disturb you.”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday,” Ethan said, stirring the porridge gently. “You don’t have work.”

“So?”

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“So you don’t need to come tomorrow,” he said evenly. “But tonight… stay.”

Charlotte blinked in disbelief. “What are you playing at now?”

He put down the spoon, leaning back in his chair.

“My leg isn’t working well. If I need water or anything tonight, there’s no one to help. And early tomorrow, I have to head out. You staying makes it easier.” 2

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