All Chapters of Billionaire's Match: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

Khloe wasn't very hungry, and having sampled quite a few wines at the winery that afternoon, she was already feeling a pleasant buzz. After a brief chat with some of Henry's friends, she decided to head back.The winery was a fair distance from the main estate. Just as she was about to get into the car, Ralph's voice came from behind."Khloe, I've had a bit of wine tonight. Henry has allowed me to stay over. Would it be convenient to share a ride with you?"Ralph strode over confidently. His usual entourage of assistants and aides were nowhere in sight."Ralph, where are your people?" Khloe asked, curious."They've gone with Henry to escort others," he said softly. "I'm not returning with them, so I came to you directly."Khloe exchanged a glance with Delilah. There was enough room in the car, so she said nothing more and politely nodded, stepping in first.The car was crowded with her entourage, so she sat in the back, separated from Ralph, who boarded last. Within minutes, the

"I was going to ask—Master Michael left so early, and with his luggage… is he going on a business trip?"The housekeeper's question made both of them exchange a glance.Seeing Michael in the dining room earlier, the butler had naturally assumed he had prior arrangements and had been informed. Last night, Michael had returned late and only mentioned that he would need a few daily clothes ready for the morning.The butler managed the daily affairs of Oscar's household. Whenever Oscar traveled, he was responsible for reporting Michael's schedule. Seeing Michael packing, he naturally assumed a business trip was underway.Michael was meticulous, cooperating seamlessly with everyone's work. Usually, if he could handle things himself, he wouldn't trouble them. The butler assumed that even in a rush, Michael would have given him instructions before leaving. He hadn't expected Michael to slip out without a word.…Time ticked by, and it was already eight in the morning.The rain poured h

Winnie's voice trailed off.Charlotte seemed to understand her thoughts. "Because… what you're really afraid of is that he didn't go at all."Winnie, her last layer of pretense stripped away, lowered her head and stayed silent.Charlotte pressed her lips together, then, after a moment, began tidying up the items on the table."Come on. Back to work.""Just like that?" Winnie looked at her in surprise.She had expected Charlotte to say more—maybe scold her for acting so selfishly, so cowardly, without considering others. Or perhaps offer a few words of comfort.But Charlotte only looked into her eyes and smiled lightly."Your life isn't for anyone else to judge. I can't fix your guilt, and I can't make the choice for you. If you truly believed he wouldn't go, you wouldn't be tangled up like this. If you really didn't want to go, you wouldn't be overthinking everything."With that, Charlotte turned and strode away.Winnie stood, unable to stop herself from calling out again."

"It's perfect. No need to change anything. You've spent too much on me." Winnie spoke softly.Michael had chosen the best of the best.The moment she stepped inside, she liked it.The scenery, the courtyard, and—most of all—the balcony, her favorite spot.The Olson residence was luxurious, yes, but everything that belonged to her there had always been cold, distant. Here, every corner radiated warmth. A sense of freedom.Once the rain cleared, sunlight would pour onto the balcony. She could even fill it with flowers, just like she'd always imagined.But her thoughts were interrupted. Michael had already asked the assistant to bring over a document—a marriage agreement.It was dozens of pages long. The assistant patiently explained it to her.Michael had spent the past few days postponing work to prepare this. The agreement guaranteed every one of Winnie's rights.During the marriage, she would enjoy all the rights of a wife but none of the obligations. Michael would cover all

Night had fallen, and the rain had finally stopped.The air was sharp and cold. Leaves rustled in the wind like faint, mournful whispers, lending the world an aching sense of loneliness.Nick still stood on the small balcony of his office, gazing at the sparsely lit buildings across the way.Lenny quietly stepped beside him. "Sir, it's late. I should see you back."Khloe wasn't home, and the room opposite was shrouded in darkness. Returning alone, he felt even more hollow.These past days, Nick had been spending mornings resting at the hospital, then heading to the Hunt Group in the afternoons.Doctors had warned him not to overwork, to follow conservative treatment, and above all, to keep his spirits up.Lenny remembered every detail and reminded him constantly. Yet without Khloe, it was as if Nick had lost his soul—he barely ate, his rest felt empty, and his complexion showed no signs of improvement.Lenny couldn't imagine the depth of his suffering.What was far more terrif