INICIAR SESIÓN"Grandma, please let me explain. I only met up with Angela for work. Recently, Khloe hasn't been at the company, and many projects had no one in charge. Angela happened to have the right connections to help out. Dad knows this too. Last night, I met Angela purely for work reasons. She fell ill, so I took her to the hospital…"Trey quickly composed himself, his face calm and expression neutral as he explained. His gaze briefly swept over Stella.Stella knew better than to lose her temper now.Lauren still held control over a portion of the family's assets. It was wiser to calm her first, so Stella stepped in to help Trey smooth things over:"Mom… I already knew about this. And I've already scolded Trey! He could have asked anyone for help, but of all people, he picked Angela! But you've really misunderstood—there are no problems between Trey and Khloe. There's no way he'd entangle himself with Angela. It's all for the company.""You're saying… Arthur knows about this too?" Lauren t
Stella had strictly warned every single person in the household—no one was allowed to breathe a word about Angela having lived there. Not one syllable. Absolutely no one could find out."Madam, it wasn't me! I swear I didn't say anything…" the maid blurted out, panicked.Pete shook off the maid's hand and darted straight to Trey's side. "Dad! Why did you make Angela leave? I want her back. I want Mom—"He didn't finish. Trey grabbed his shoulder in a tight, punishing grip, cutting him off with a furious, "Shut up."Stella's expression turned even harsher. She twisted the child's wrist so roughly his face contorted in pain and he wailed."You little brat! If your great‑grandmother hears you running your mouth, I'll skin you alive!"Stella had never agreed to adopting a child. A child who wasn't flesh and blood—of course he'd be disobedient and impossible to manage.Pete broke down in loud sobs.Trey quickly pulled him behind himself. "Mom, he's just a child.""You can go in now
"Mind if I use your bathroom to freshen up? And…" Nick said, glancing toward the kitchen, "…I'm a little hungry. Might I have the honor of tasting your cooking again?""Of course," Khloe nodded, then went to fetch a fresh towel for him.Soon, Nick emerged from the shower just as Khloe finished preparing breakfast.It was simple—milk-soaked toast, fried eggs, and tomatoes—but arranged on elegant plates and placed in front of them, the sunlight streaming through the window made everything feel incredibly warm and intimate.For a fleeting moment, Khloe felt as if they were already living together as husband and wife."Once we're married, I hope we can have breakfast together every day."Nick's voice was calm, even, but carried a quiet current that stirred her heart."All right," Khloe replied almost instinctively.Even if it was only a formal arrangement, being with Nick like this—sharing ordinary moments—felt perfect. With him, it really did.No sooner had they finished breakfas
For some reason, the more Khloe looked at Nick's sharp, flawless face, the more she wanted to tease him.In the past, watching horror films had always been about chasing a thrill. But tonight wasn't about that. Tonight, she wanted to see Nick get a little stirred."I don't believe in ghosts," Nick said, his gaze leaving the screen to sweep over her face as she leaned closer.The bluish glow of the TV cast delicate shadows across her features. Stray strands of hair framed her face, her eyes still holding a trace of last night's intoxication—beautiful enough to make one lose focus."Well then, since you're braver than I am, if I get scared and scream, you'll protect me, right?""Of course." Nick reached out and gently pressed her shoulder against him. "If you feel uncomfortable, lean on me. It'll make you feel safer."And it did. With Nick by her side, Khloe found herself unable to focus on the horror unfolding on the screen. Nothing seemed frightening anymore. She completely relax
Nick's steps were steady and assured, and Khloe felt perfectly safe in his arms. She rested her head lightly against his chest, a soft drowsiness creeping in.By the time they arrived at her apartment, the night was deep and quiet. Nick carried her into the car, up the stairs, through the door, and finally gently set her down on the sofa.Khloe, initially shy, found herself gradually addicted to the sensation of being carried like this.As Nick bent slightly, his cheek brushed against her neck, tickling her into instinctively pressing her hand against his waist. He let out a low hum and pressed his lips gently against her brow.The lights inside were off, leaving only the soft glow from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The atmosphere was so tender that it felt wrong to break it."Khloe… I…" Nick hesitated. She noticed his Adam's apple moving slowly as he spoke. His shirt collar was open, hinting at the sculpted lines of his chest, enough to send her mind wandering."Sorry." Khloe
Nick glanced instinctively at Khloe, and just then, she smiled back at him.Their eyes met, and Nick felt a faint warmth rise to his ears. Khloe had been drinking, and her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes made her look irresistibly cute—so innocent, yet teasingly charming.He thought back to what she had whispered against his chest in the corridor earlier, and quickly looked away, suppressing the flutter in his chest."Come on, Nick, have a drink with me! Today Khloe has already had quite a few, and since your fiancée has such a strong tolerance, you can't lose either!"Liam handed him a glass, his tone full of cheer.Nick hesitated. He had driven himself tonight and didn't intend to drink. But seeing Khloe by his side, he found he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He took the glass.He planned to toast each elder in turn, but Khloe's fingers had entwined with his, holding on tightly, as if refusing to let go.Just as he lifted the glass, her delicate fingers lightly gripped hi







