Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 1117

Hearing this, Khloe shot Trey a cold glare.

He was clearly provoking them on purpose.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Nick staring at her, clearly waiting for her explanation.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Trey chuckled again. "What's wrong? Nick, aren't you and Khloe the most loving couple? She never told you about this?"

"Trey!" Khloe finally couldn't hold back and snapped at him.

Trey pressed his lips together briefly, but when he lifted his gaze again, the provocation in his eyes toward Nick only deepened.

Suddenly, Nick let out a low laugh.

"My wife and I don't have secrets. And if we do, they're part of our intimacy. It's not for filthy outsiders to speculate on or comment about."

His voice was rough and hoarse. Although his words sounded composed, there was a strained edge to them, like he was forcing himself to stay upright.

A sharp pain twisted through Khloe's chest, as if it had been stabbed.

In the next second, Nick suddenly grabbed her wrist and yanked her hard to his side. "Come home with me."

His voice remained steady, but it was so low it sounded almost broken.

Without waiting for a response, he pulled her toward the door.

"Khloe, our date tonight is only halfway through. Are you sure you want to leave now?"

Trey's voice drifted calmly from behind them.

Khloe, half-dragged by Nick, had barely reached the doorway when she abruptly stopped.

Nick's grip was too strong—her wrist was already red and swollen, a burning pain shooting through her. She couldn't help but gasp. "Nick, it hurts!"

The moment he heard that, Nick instinctively loosened his grip.

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