All Chapters of Billionaire's Match: Chapter 1081 - Chapter 1090

Loretta's breathing suddenly grew heavy.Nick immediately pulled his hand back. "I'm just going back to take a look, and I also have some personal matters to deal with."Without giving anyone else a chance to speak, he stood up at once. After respectfully nodding to his grandparents, he turned and went straight upstairs without looking back.He understood very clearly—everyone present was merely exchanging words to pretend nothing had happened.But he was done pretending, including with Khloe.Perhaps even Khloe thought he was simply waiting for death.But even if he was waiting for death, he would still use whatever time remained to fulfill his duties—to be a husband, a CEO, and a junior to his elders.Seeing him leave, Loretta could no longer hold back. Tears spilled down her face."He's forcing himself to his death!"Leon hurriedly held her in his arms to soothe her. "Sigh… if we can't stop him, then let him be. His fate is bitter. Heaven has been unfair—what else can we do

In order to persuade her friends, Adriana even brought up her newly acquainted "friend," Ethan.Ethan was handsome, sweet-tongued, and especially skilled at pleasing women. Ariana felt he would be a good source of entertainment. As expected, he did not disappoint—within minutes, he had the girls in her group laughing and completely charmed.Yet, in the middle of the laughter-filled private room, Ariana's attention wasn't on the fun at all. Her eyes kept drifting to her phone, waiting for a call from Trey."Ariana, Ethan is really interesting. I wonder if he has a girlfriend?" one of her friends suddenly leaned over and asked shyly.Ariana took a sip of her drink before replying, "I don't know.""But I think he seems kind of interested in you," the friend added.Ariana glanced at her. "Someone like him looks interested in everyone.""Really? That's kind of a turn-off then," the friend said, immediately understanding and losing interest.They had assumed he was the owner, but he

Ariana tilted her head slightly and looked at Ethan.His profile under the night light was gentle—straight nose, sharp jawline, clean and defined.She withdrew her gaze."No," she said. "I just wanted someone to drink with."Ethan let out a light laugh."Liar."Ariana froze slightly.He turned his head and met her eyes directly."It's written all over your face," he said. "I could tell the moment you called me out."She didn't respond.He continued, "Did you fight with him?"Her eyelashes trembled faintly. She didn't deny it.Ethan looked at her in silence for a few seconds.Then he spoke, his voice very soft."Ariana… there are some things I don't know if I should say."She looked at him.He hesitated, as if weighing his words."Say it," she replied.Taking a deep breath, Ethan pulled out his phone, scrolled a few times, and handed it to her."I had someone look into this," he said. "About your fiancé."Ariana took the phone and lowered her eyes.On the screen was

Charlotte helped Ethan inside and guided him to sit on the sofa.She brought over the first-aid kit, knelt in front of him, and began treating his wounds.Ethan watched her.Her brows were slightly furrowed, her movements light and careful. A cotton swab soaked in iodine gently dabbed across the cuts on his face, bit by bit."Does it hurt?" she asked.He shook his head."No."Charlotte glanced at him."You're lying."He paused for a moment, then laughed."How do you know?""You frowned just now."He said nothing.She continued applying the medicine.Her fingers were cool, her touch careful and restrained as it brushed his skin with quiet gentleness.He looked at her and suddenly spoke."Charlotte.""Mm?""Why aren't you asking who hit me?"She kept her head down, her hands not stopping."If you want to say it, you will," she said. "If you don't, asking won't change anything."He froze slightly.Looking at her profile—at her lowered eyes as she focused on treating

"Ethan, just because you're unhappy, doesn't mean you have to ruin it for everyone else who's lucky in love."Trey let out a cold laugh, not even sparing Ethan a proper glance."As for whether I'm happy or not, that's up to fate. I don't really care. But I do know one thing—I can't bring myself to become a disgusting person who harms others without scruples just to chase their own happiness and desire," Ethan refuted.Trey said, "You really hate me, don't you? But if I remember correctly, you once extended an olive branch to me, asking me to help you deal with Khloe… By your own logic, the person you should hate most now is yourself, isn't it?""Trey…" Ethan was provoked. In a flash, he grabbed the man by the collar.They were roughly the same height and build, but Ethan trained regularly and was noticeably more muscular, his strength clearly superior.Yet, the sudden exertion tugged at the wound on his abdomen, a dull pain flaring up and making his movements slightly constrained