All Chapters of Billionaire's Match: Chapter 861 - Chapter 870

"If not that, what else?" Ethan slumped onto the sofa, almost collapsing into the cushions. Only when he leaned back against the soft fabric did he seem to release a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "I can't cook. Even getting takeout means walking to the door. Too much hassle.""Then why not have someone help? Don't you have money to hire someone?""I prefer not to."He said it matter-of-factly, but Charlotte caught the faint, almost imperceptible trace of… pride in his tone."Have your wounds been redressed?" Charlotte set down the fruit and some nutritional supplements she'd brought and moved closer to him."They have." Ethan's eyes were closed, his reply lazy."Did you do it yourself?""Mm."Charlotte fell silent. So many wounds, and he'd tended to them alone… She could almost imagine the grueling effort it must have taken."What do you feel like eating?" she asked."Nothing in particular. But…" Ethan's eyes suddenly opened, a crooked smile tugging at the corn

But Nancy's boyfriend was insatiable. The more he demanded, the higher her expenses grew. Nancy, once the dutiful girl supplementing her family's income, gradually sank into debt after debt, entangled in a financial quagmire.Her burden became unbearable. One day, when a collection notice reached her boyfriend, he—afraid of trouble—simply broke up with her.Still clinging to hope, Nancy humbly begged for reconciliation, only to witness the unforgiving truth: her boyfriend had long moved on with a younger girl from the same university.He gleamed from head to toe in luxury, everything bought with Nancy's sweat and money. Even the gifts for the new girl were lavish beyond measure—things Nancy had never received.She had poured her heart into him, yet the most "valuable" gift he ever gave her was a ninety-cent discounted cake on her birthday. At the time, she had been moved to tears.When reality hit, Nancy felt utterly pitiful and even more foolish. Her hatred for the scumbag could

When Charlotte returned to the living room, Ethan had already finished eating. He was slouched against the sofa, eyes closed, breathing even, looking almost asleep.Sunlight fell across his pale face, and the long lashes cast a faint shadow. Perhaps it was just her imagination, or perhaps Ethan's current weakness made it so, but the usual arrogance and roguish charm were gone. In their place was a rare stillness, almost docile—a calmness that made him less off-putting than usual.Charlotte carefully picked up a thin blanket and draped it over him.Suddenly, Ethan reached out and grasped her wrist. His hand was hot, and his eyes, tinged with fatigue, carried a complicated gleam."If you're tired, go rest in your room. I'll help you," she murmured.Charlotte felt a twinge of discomfort but didn't pull away. Ethan hesitated. He had the instinctive urge to pull her closer, the kind of impulse he usually acted on without thought. But today, the way she looked at him—with less defensi

Barney's assistant and the detectives both jumped in shock."Mr. Lemont—""Out!" Barney snapped sharply.The assistant dared not speak again and immediately gestured for the detectives to leave the room first.Silence fell, thick and heavy, like the air itself had been sucked away.Barney remained alone on the sofa. After a long while, he picked the report back up, eyes fixed rigidly on the printed words.He had found his sister. And yet… it felt like he had already lost her.At that moment, Angela arrived at the doorway. Her eyes immediately fell on the assistant and the detectives, who were murmuring among themselves."What's going on? What does Mr. Lemont mean? Didn't he say he'd pay the remaining fee today?""Mr. Lemont isn't going to owe you this small amount. There must be an issue with your investigation. Do you even know who Khloe Roswell is?""Khloe Roswell… who's that?"The assistant was speechless. Didn't these people even follow the news?Before he could answer,

When Angela noticed that the coldness in Barney's gaze had finally softened, her breathing gradually steadied after the storm of anger.Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, streaking down her pale face, leaving behind nothing but helplessness and pitiful vulnerability."A sister you've never even known—does she really matter that much to you?"Barney neither confirmed nor denied it. He said nothing."So just to please Khloe, you're going to throw me away like garbage and send me overseas to fend for myself?" Her voice trembled. "You might as well kill me. Maybe that would make Khloe happier."Barney was rendered speechless by her words.After a long pause, he finally spoke. "As long as you stay away from Khloe from now on—don't provoke her, don't show up—she won't do anything to you.""You're wrong." Angela stared straight into his eyes. "Even you know it—you can't have Khloe as your sister and still be with me… Do you really think Khloe would forgive you?""Whether she for