Todos los capítulos de Billionaire's Match: Capítulo 891 - Capítulo 900

Realizing Nick's expression had darkened, Barney finally snapped back to awareness."I heard you're pregnant… and that Nick is still recovering… I was worried about you both."Khloe's voice hardened with impatience. "I'm fine. Nick's condition is stable for now. You don't need to worry."Nick, who had just raised his teacup, set it down again without taking a sip."I recall that Solara Energy has yet to publicly explain the handling of former employee Angela. Perhaps you don't have the leisure to meddle in other people's business right now?" Khloe's tone cut like ice.Barney's face paled. He knew that by coming here, there was no avoiding mentioning Angela. He had prepared for this, quickly trying to clarify."I won't have any further dealings with Angela.""Barney, you must be joking. Whatever happened with Angela has nothing to do with me." Khloe nodded, suppressing a sigh."My lawyer is ready to sue Angela on multiple counts. If Solara Energy's interests were also infringed,

"Khloe." Nick's brow furrowed tightly.Her words pierced him like a thousand delicate needles, sinking deep into his heart.Khloe's voice was calm, almost indifferent—but inside him, emotions churned like a storm.A tide of helpless tenderness swept through him. His eyes darkened with emotion as he lifted her face and pressed a firm, lingering kiss to her brow."You've grown up… just in time."He didn't say more, but neither of them needed words. They understood each other perfectly.It had been Khloe's silent choice not to listen to Barney's unsaid words.The moment Barney had mentioned her mother, Khloe had felt a twinge of recognition. Yet beyond that fragile, easily pierced membrane lay truths she was neither ready nor willing to confront. She had never prepared for this."I've already decided," Khloe murmured softly, "my only family… is the Hunt family. Only you."Niel had once revealed his fleeting affair with her mother, admitting that he had only discovered he had a da

It was all because Ethan insisted on drinking freshly cooked, soft rice porridge.Charlotte had work today, and she had already arrived late.Ethan had mentioned earlier that he hadn't been exercising much lately and had little appetite, so she had brought along some ready-made side dishes, planning to just cook a simple porridge.But Ethan refused to compromise—no ordinary porridge would do. He insisted on freshly cooked, completely softened plain rice porridge.Charlotte couldn't even order food for him.The moment she hinted at not wanting to cater to him, he started guilt-tripping her about his aches and pains, even calling Christopher on the spot.Her younger brother, ever the manipulative type, was practically begging Charlotte to cook for Ethan.Forget it. A promise was a promise. Since she had agreed to take care of him, she would do it perfectly.Charlotte glanced at the clock. To cook the porridge to Ethan's exacting standards would take over an hour.She plopped dow

Ethan's expression stiffened, then he let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Ridiculous."Charlotte knew that Clarice had been extremely strict with him since childhood, often locking him in dark rooms as punishment. If that had left lasting trauma, his dislike of being alone now was understandable.Whenever Ethan had left Clarice's place before, he had never liked staying in hotels. He'd rather linger at Charlotte's doorstep. The only time he stayed in a hotel, he had done everything to make sure she accompanied him.Charlotte exhaled softly."Just so you know, I'm a deep sleeper. I can't be expected to get up at night to take care of anyone."A faint curve tugged at Ethan's lips."That's fine. I'm not setting up a guest room. You and I will share a room.""Ethan!" Charlotte jumped back in shock. "Don't be ridiculous!""Ridiculous?" Ethan's eyes flicked with mischief. "We're just sleeping in the same room, not the same bed. There's a sofa in my room—it's more than enough for you

"Your parents…" Charlotte's eyes flickered, and for a moment, words failed her."I didn't want to come alone, and I don't really have any better friends… so I forced you to come with me," Ethan said quietly.Before Charlotte could respond, he added, almost as an afterthought.Charlotte pressed her lips together and nodded in silence.Two hours later, the car pulled up in the outskirts, in front of a quiet, modest cemetery.It was small. Ethan's parents shared a single, narrow headstone. Wild grass had overrun the area, and a thick layer of ice clung to the stone, grime seeping into the surrounding ground.It looked… as though no one had been there in decades.At the gate, Ethan bought a small bouquet of fresh flowers and set them down beside the path. Then, with difficulty, he knelt, pulling out tools to clean the dirt and ice off the headstone.Charlotte followed behind, wanting to steady him, but he moved too quickly, already absorbed. His emotions seemed to plummet to the bo