Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 1024

Chapter 1024

“Hmph. It’s just a piece of candy. If I had been there…”

Khloe snapped back to her senses and pushed herself up from his embrace. In the darkness, she stared straight at him, her tone still bristling with indignation.

“If you had been there, what would you have done?”

“If I were there, I’d make sure none of them got to eat it. It wouldn’t be fair at all if you didn’t have any!”

“So even if you were just a kid, you’d still protect me?”

Watching her flustered outrage on his behalf, warmth swelled in his heart-sweeter than candy ever could be. He lifted her face gently in his hands and asked softly.

“Of course!” she answered without hesitation. “No matter when, as long as I’m by your side, I’ll protect you.”

“Me too.”

His voice dropped, and he leaned closer to her lips. His breath turned hot.

“The thing I hate most in life… is meeting you too late.”

‘Meeting too late. Parting too early.’

Her heart trembled. She immediately reached up and covered his mouth. “No talking nonsense.”

A smile lingered in his eyes as he pulled her back into his arms.

Wasn’t he supposed to be coaxing her to sleep? How was she getting more and more awake instead?

Helpless, he began telling her mundane little stories from daily life-small, trivial things strung together one after another. Gradually, her eyelids grew heavy, her drowsiness deepening until she finally drifted

off.

But at that moment, he suddenly coughed.

She jolted awake again.

He covered his mouth, murmuring an apology before rushing into the bathroom.

She followed immediately-and this time, he didn’t manage to stop her at the door.

She saw it with her own eyes: his tall frame stumbling beside the toilet as he retched violently.

She didn’t rush forward right away. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she was afraid. Afraid that if she went too close, her heart would break so badly she would crumble, and he would suffer from

that too.

In the dim light, she thought she saw faint traces of blood at the corner of his lips as he wiped them

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Only after steadying herself did she grab a towel and go to him. She crouched down, wrapped an arm around half his body, and gently patted his back.

His face was frighteningly pale now. Perhaps because she was there, he forced himself not to make a sound-but his heavy, ragged breathing betrayed him.

He must be in agony.

She poured a glass of warm water and helped him rinse his mouth, then stayed beside him, holding his arm as they remained crouched on the floor.

Even though medication could temporarily ease the symptoms, the tumor had already begun to spread. The pain inside his body could flare up at any moment-like this vomiting spell, only one of the mildest

reactions.

The doctor had said it clearly: it would only get more frequent, and each episode would be worse than

the last.

After a long while, some color finally returned to his face. Only then did she help him back to the bedside.

“I’m better now…” he said.

Even knowing how empty those words were, he still tried to comfort her. His voice was so hoarse it sounded like sandpaper scraping against her heart.

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