Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 1097

Charlotte had slept uneasily and woke early in the morning. Seeing that it was Khloe calling, she answered.

"Hello, Ethan…"

"Khloe, it's me, Charlotte."

There was a brief pause on the other end. "Where is Ethan? What happened to him?"

"He was injured last night and is still running a low fever. He hasn't woken up yet. Is it something urgent?" Charlotte asked with concern. She had already suspected something was off—Ethan would never randomly get into a fight at a bar without a reason. Something must have happened.

"Yes. Tell him to come to my office as soon as he wakes up. I need to speak with him."

"Alright… okay."

Charlotte wanted to ask more, but sensing the sharpness in Khloe's tone, she held back.

And the call ended.

"Was that Khloe?"

Charlotte turned around just as Ethan had already woken up.

His voice was hoarse, his complexion no better than the night before. In truth, Charlotte had been planning to take him to the hospital that morning.

"Yes. Khloe said she needs you at the company. It sounds urgent… Are you okay?"

Frowning, she poured him a cup of warm water and handed it over.

Ethan shook his head. "It's on me. I should've gone to her first."

He swallowed a tablet with the water, then immediately got up to get dressed.

His car was parked downstairs. Charlotte took the initiative and drove, sliding into the driver's seat.

It was still early. She clearly hadn't slept well either. There were faint dark circles under her eyes.

Ethan glanced at her. "Sorry for disturbing your rest."

"Don't be so polite, Ethan," Charlotte replied lightly. "It's not really for you. If Khloe has trouble and I can help even a little, I feel more at ease."

Her words were so proper, so flawless, that Ethan couldn't find a single opening to read too much into them.

He sighed and pulled his thoughts back. What mattered now wasn't Charlotte—it was how he was going to face Khloe.

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