Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 971

Noah's voice dropped even lower, each word drawing him closer, his whole body leaning in. Before Charlotte could respond, he gently bit her lips.

At the same moment, a sharp groan echoed through the spacious master bedroom of the villa.

Ethan struggled in front of the full-length mirror, carefully changing the dressing on his waist and abdomen. The wounds weren't deep, but the swelling was severe. Each dressing change required thorough cleaning, and the pain made him want to scream—or die.

'Never again in this life will I ever want to see a knife!' he thought, grimacing.

By the time the dressing was done, his face was as pale as paper, and sweat had soaked the hair at his temples. He couldn't shower because of the wounds, so he reluctantly wiped himself down with a towel, enduring every uncomfortable second.

His phone rang. Ethan glanced at the caller ID and quickly answered.

Immediately, Khloe's voice flowed into his ears. "How are you? I heard from Charlotte that she's with Noah now."

"She really treats you like family, huh? So quick to share the good news," he said, chuckling softly, though the reflection in the mirror betrayed the pain etched across his face.

For once, Khloe didn't tease him back. Her tone softened. "Are your injuries okay?"

Ethan had kept his injuries under wraps—he refused to show any weakness in front of Khloe. That day, he had already thrown caution to the wind, letting Noah and Charlotte be together. For him, that was giving up love entirely. Letting love slip through in Khloe's eyes—it felt like poetic justice.

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