Billionaire's Match のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 971 - チャプター 980

Noah's voice dropped even lower, each word drawing him closer, his whole body leaning in. Before Charlotte could respond, he gently bit her lips.At the same moment, a sharp groan echoed through the spacious master bedroom of the villa.Ethan struggled in front of the full-length mirror, carefully changing the dressing on his waist and abdomen. The wounds weren't deep, but the swelling was severe. Each dressing change required thorough cleaning, and the pain made him want to scream—or die. 'Never again in this life will I ever want to see a knife!' he thought, grimacing.By the time the dressing was done, his face was as pale as paper, and sweat had soaked the hair at his temples. He couldn't shower because of the wounds, so he reluctantly wiped himself down with a towel, enduring every uncomfortable second.His phone rang. Ethan glanced at the caller ID and quickly answered.Immediately, Khloe's voice flowed into his ears. "How are you? I heard from Charlotte that she's with No

At that moment, Nick had already swung his legs over the side of the bed and walked over to Khloe. Draped in his coat, he still looked a little pale from the infusion, but the moment his eyes met hers, there was a light there despite his exhaustion.Seeing Khloe's hesitant expression, he gently took her hand, his voice softening even further. "Let's go."She glanced at him, touched his slightly cool cheek, and helped him straighten his coat before handing the signed report back to the doctor."Thank you all. I really appreciate your hard work."Though a simple courtesy, Khloe spoke with utmost sincerity, even giving a small bow. The team responded warmly, reassuring her not to be so formal.Nick drew her into his embrace, his gaze steady and his breath faintly brushing her brow. "I really feel okay. Don't worry.""Mm," she replied, nodding. Words failed her, so she simply pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.At the hospital entrance, the car was already waiting. The assistant open

Khloe reached out, fingers lightly tracing through Nick's hair."Nick," she paused awhile before speaking again, her voice soft, "the three of us—our little family—we will always be together."Nick echoed her words gently, "Yes. The three of us will always be together."…Three days—neither long nor short, yet to Khloe, it stretched on like a century.Every day, Nick followed his hospital routine meticulously: injections on schedule, medications administered on time, check-ups attended punctually, forcing himself to eat enough, forcing himself to rest. Every detail executed to perfection.What looked simple was anything but. It was grueling.Yet, whenever Khloe asked how he felt, he would just smile faintly. "I'm fine. Don't worry."She knew better. The side effects were already setting in.His appetite waned. Even the blandest porridge was often left half-finished.Night brought restless sleep. He would sometimes wake abruptly, linger in the bathroom for long stretches, then

Khloe felt a ticklish brush against her back and turned her head to dodge him, but the corner of her lips betrayed her with a smile. She knew Nick was happy today. These past few days had weighed on him as heavily as on her, yet he'd remained calm and composed—for her.It seemed the baby had something to say…"Well, over here… don't disturb me in the kitchen. Tonight, I'm going to show off a little!"With Nick so clingy, Khloe could only give in."Okay."Finally, he released her.In the kitchen, Khloe turned and set about her tasks. Nick, showing a keen sense of timing, helped where he could—handing her ingredients, passing utensils—but whenever an opportunity arose, he'd sneak closer to tease her. Sometimes it was a nuzzle to her cheek, other times a gentle press against her lower back.Whenever Khloe noticed, he'd flash an innocent look, as if it were purely accidental."Nick!"Frustrated but amused, Khloe raised her spatula, still smeared with sauce, as if to swat him. "K

Listening to the steady rise and fall of the breaths against his chest, Nick felt a warmth seep through his heart.The past few days, Khloe had not been able to fall asleep early. So falling asleep like this was rare for her.After a while, he gently freed the arm she had draped over him and carefully lifted her horizontally into his embrace. She stirred slightly, murmuring a soft, unintelligible sound, then sank deeper into sleep.Nick smiled and carried her upstairs.The bedroom was dark. By the faint glow filtering in from the hallway, he laid her on the bed, pulled the covers over her, and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips."Khloe, I love you."She, of course, could not hear him.But being with her, he could never hold it in.He smiled and was about to climb into bed when an unexpected, metallic-sweet taste surged in his chest. It came suddenly, violently—he had no time to suppress it.He lurched upright, staggering toward the bathroom, and as soon as he bent over th