Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 900

Chapter 900

“You really think that?” Ethan looked at Charlotte in surprise, as if her words were foreign to him.

Her voice was unusually gentle. “No one has the right to blame you. And your parents… they would never have blamed you either.

The red in Ethan’s eyes deepened. Charlotte wrapped his hand carefully in a tissue.

Then she rose and bowed slightly toward the headstone, before extending her hand toward him.

“Now isn’t the time to blame yourself. You came to see them, which is rare. What you should do is talk to them from your heart. I’ll wait for you.”

Ethan’s gaze met hers-calm, steady, warm.

He paused for a few seconds, then slowly lifted his uninjured hand to grasp hers. Charlotte gave a little support, helping him to

his feet.

Seeing him rise, she finally let out a small sigh of relief.

Not long after, Ethan stepped out of the cemetery. Charlotte’s figure stood ahead, bathed in the gentle warmth of the afternoon

sun, a soft glow surrounding her.

For a fleeting moment, Ethan felt an impulse to pull her into his arms.

“How do you feel? Better?”

But before he could reach for her, Charlotte had already turned and walked toward him.

“Mm.” Ethan nodded. “Let’s go back.”

On the way home, he was even quieter than before. Charlotte was utterly exhausted; after a night of little sleep, she could barely keep her eyes open. 1

When she woke again, dusk had fallen. She jolted upright, realizing she was in Ethan’s bed.

The door was ajar. Hearing a noise from the room, Ethan’s voice came quietly. “Sleep well?”

Charlotte looked down at herself-she had slept fully clothed. It had been a surprisingly comfortable rest.

“Ethan… why didn’t you send me home?”

“You were asleep. It’s the same wherever you sleep. And I’m the patient here. I’m not obligated to send you home, am I?”

She stepped out and saw a blanket on the sofa, with pills and a water cup neatly placed on the coffee table. He had made do in the living room for a few hours while she slept.

Charlotte’s lips twitched. The time read around five o’clock.

“You can leave now if you want,” Ethan said.

She had meant to go, but for some reason, seeing him struggle to carry the first-aid kit back to the sofa made her pause. Today was… the anniversary of his parents’ passing.

So she knelt beside him, taking the kit, and carefully disinfected and re-bandaged his crookedly wrapped fingers.

“Don’t get them wet over the next few days,” she reminded him.

Ethan noticed her absorbed gaze, only coming back to himself once she had put the kit away.

“Mm.”

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Charlotte rose, but he called her again.

“Yes?”

“Thank you for today. Truly.”

“You… hungry?”

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