Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 895

Chapter 895

It was all because Ethan insisted on drinking freshly cooked, soft rice porridge.

Charlotte had work today, and she had already arrived late.

Ethan had mentioned earlier that he hadn’t been exercising much lately and had little appetite, so she had brought along some ready-made side dishes, planning to just cook a simple porridge.

But Ethan refused to compromise-no ordinary porridge would do. He insisted on freshly cooked, completely softened plain rice porridge.

Charlotte couldn’t even order food for him.

The moment she hinted at not wanting to cater to him, he started guilt-tripping her about his aches and pains, even calling Christopher on the spot.

Her younger brother, ever the manipulative type, was practically begging Charlotte to cook for Ethan.

Forget it. A promise was a promise. Since she had agreed to take care of him, she would do it perfectly.

Charlotte glanced at the clock. To cook the porridge to Ethan’s exacting standards would take over an hour.

She plopped down on the sofa and opened her phone.

The screen displayed the icon of a game she had just reinstalled. Ever since Noah had left, she had brought it back onto her phone.

Every day, she logged in-just to see if Noah’s account had come online.

Today was no exception.

But each time, she only logged in. She never actually played.

After a brief hesitation, Charlotte tapped the game icon again, just to kill some time.

The moment she logged in, a friend request popped up.

The avatar was identical to the one Noah had used before.

Her heart skipped. She immediately accepted.

Almost instantly, a team invitation arrived.

!

Charlotte didn’t hesitate. She joined. She was still a semi-newbie; she understood the game mechanics but wasn’t yet skilled.

Her teammate was also using a small account, but their gameplay was far more advanced. They were no amateur.

In the first round, Charlotte barely had to move-her teammate carried the match. A total “lay-down” win.

Before she could catch her breath, he started a second match.

This time, the characters they picked required close coordination. Charlotte’s clumsiness caused several fatal mistakes, leading her teammate to die repeatedly.

Finally, a message popped up: (Charlotte, just support me. Don’t go up there. Keep hiding. I

Charlotte jolted.

She typed instantly: [You… know me?]

But it was the crucial moment in the game. He didn’t reply.

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She followed his instructions, improving her coordination. His reflexes and skills were impressive; once she stopped making mistakes, they quickly turned the tide and won within minutes.

As soon as the match ended, Charlotte shot him a message: [Are you Noah?]

The identical avatar, the account found through the search-there was no other possibility.

He was online, but he didn’t reply immediately.

Worried he might log off, Charlotte sent another message: [I don’t mean anything else. I just… wanted to ask if you’ve been okay. You haven’t logged in for a while, so I’ve been a bit worried.]

Finally, the typing indicator appeared, then stopped and started again, like he was struggling with what to say.

After what felt like an eternity, a brief reply came: [I’m fine. And you?]

Charlotte’s heart sank.

Half a dozen lines typed, and he replied with just four words.

[I’m fine.]

She answered instantly, not letting the conversation die. After a moment, she tried a new angle.

[You play so well… am I just really bad?]

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