Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 949

"You…"

Nick had always respected other people's privacy, but this time, he felt a flicker of annoyance toward Lenny.

Khloe quickly cut in. "Don't worry about it. If he doesn't want to say, that's fine—it's not a big deal. Lenny, could you pour me a glass of orange juice?"

"Yes, ma'am." Lenny knew she had just saved him from an awkward moment and immediately went to do as asked.

The moment he left, Nick pulled his hand back from Khloe's firm grip with a sigh. "I know him. He must have been… bullied."

"By Michelle?" Khloe asked softly.

Nick's voice turned cold. "Who else?"

Earlier that day, Nick had called Michelle. Michelle, already back in Goldmont City, had rushed to ask after Lenny's condition when she heard he'd taken sick leave. Only then did Nick learn that Lenny had almost drunk himself into alcohol poisoning the night before.

But Michelle hadn't wanted to talk. She'd found an excuse to hang up quickly, leaving a faint trace of guilt behind.

"Lenny's personality is cheerful and resilient. Even if someone teases him, he wouldn't be so gloomy. Michelle must have done something far more excessive," Nick said.

Khloe's eyes flicked, and a quiet snort escaped her lips.

Nick looked at her, a little exasperated. "What are you laughing at?"

She turned to him. "Nick, what do you think Michelle could have done that's worse?"

"What do you mean, what she did…?" Nick frowned, suddenly alert. "I don't know Michelle that well."

Khloe smiled mischievously. "Don't be too focused on survival—I'm serious. You just said Lenny is hard to hurt, right? So tell me, what kind of blow from a woman to a man would make him feel this miserable?"

Khloe leaned on his shoulder, whispering into his ear. The warmth of her breath, the subtle fragrance of her hair, made his blood boil.

He couldn't focus on her words—none of it registered.

Before she finished speaking, the back of her head was pressed, and a smooth, insistent kiss followed. Nick's eyes closed instinctively; his tongue moved before thought could intervene.

Lenny returned with the orange juice and froze at the scene. This time, he had learned his lesson. He held his breath, quietly set the tray down, and backed away.

Soon, the plane took off.

Below, the city stretched endlessly like a continuous scroll, lights flickering like a sea of stars.

The distance grew, yet thoughts traveled a thousand miles away.