Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 1023

Chapter 1023

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Khloe’s sudden movement jolted Nick awake. His voice was hoarse as he asked, “You okay?”

The moment he spoke, his strong arms had already drawn her into his embrace.

“I don’t know. I just feel uneasy. I think I had a nightmare…”

“Having nightmares more often lately?” he asked, frowning with concern as he reached up to feel her forehead. It was cold, covered in a fine layer of sweat.

She shook her head and tightened her arms around him.

Feeling his steady heartbeat and breathing in his familiar scent, her restless emotions quickly began to settle.

“Maybe it’s just pregnancy hormones. Let me comfort you two. Want to hear a story?”

He sat up, adjusted his posture, and pulled her comfortably into his arms, gently patting her back.

“What kind of story?”

“A fairy tale?”

She closed her eyes and smiled faintly. “You can tell fairy tales too? Which one?”

“The Little Prince,” he said softly. “Want to hear it?”

She shook her head. “I want to hear your story.”

“My story?”

“Yes. What you were like as a child, or everything before you met me… anything about you, I want to hear

it.”

Her words warmed his heart. He smiled. “My life isn’t very interesting. It’s quite dull. Only after I met you did it feel like there was a story worth telling.”

“Even if it’s just what you liked to eat as a child, or one happy little moment-anything boring, anything at all-as long as you remember it, I want to hear it.”

Since she wanted to hear it, he naturally obliged. After thinking for a moment, he began telling her a few childhood memories that had stayed with him.

The first was about candy.

When he was young, there was a kind of candy he desperately wanted. It was beautiful, expensive, and every child around him wanted it. The children in the foster family he stayed with all had it one day- except him.

The more he couldn’t have it, the more he wanted it. That night, he found one on the kitchen floor. He

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couldn’t resist. He picked it up and quietly slipped it into his pocket.

“What happened next?” she asked, suddenly intrigued.

“Later, someone noticed the candy was missing. They made a fuss, and the whole family searched for it.”

“So you became the thief?” she said. “If you admitted it, would you have been punished less?”

“Yes. I became the thief. But I was terrified-not of punishment, but of being called a thief…”

His voice lowered.

Her heart tightened along with it.

She knew that as a child, unwanted by his father and living in someone else’s home, he must have lived with constant fear-fear of rejection, fear of not belonging anywhere.

“So you didn’t turn it in?” she asked softly.

Even though it was long in the past, she still couldn’t bear to hear it. She tightened her grip on his hand.

“No,” he said. “But I suffered the whole time. When I went back to my room, I opened the candy wrapper…

and found the candy had melted in my hand.”

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