Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 954

"I don't know. But I know what you're worried about. That's why I wanted to give Lenny a chance."

The smile faded from Khloe's face. Looping her arm through Nick's, she spoke softly, like a quiet confession.

Nick's thoughts were easy enough to read. Khloe acted on emotion, but his considerations were entirely rational. He was fiercely protective of his own. Between Michelle and Lenny, Nick would almost certainly prefer that Lenny not be the one who got hurt.

Even if there were feelings between them, the Keller family was far from ordinary. Standing before Lenny was a gap in status he could hardly cross.

And Nick knew Michelle too well—he was certain she would find it even harder to overcome that divide.

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Night gradually fell, and the bustling city was bathed in a glow of neon lights.

The streets in the central district were at their liveliest at this hour.

With the workday over, pedestrians hurried along—some rushing home, others meeting friends, weaving through shopping malls and crowded sidewalks.

Faced with such a scene, Charlotte usually felt only weariness. The more prosperous the city, the lonelier its people seemed.

But today was different.

Watching the supermarket aisles crowded with shoppers gathered around discounted goods, Charlotte felt a rare sense of contentment.

"I want this, but it's not on sale."

Noah's voice sounded beside her. She turned to see him already at the freezer section, pushing the cart.

Inside were neatly arranged cuts of fresh beef, along with various types of beef sausages.

He picked up a few items with surprising seriousness and held them out for her to see.

"If it's not on sale, then it's not on sale. I said I'm treating. I can't let a guest leave unhappy."

Smiling, Charlotte took everything from his hands and placed it into the cart without hesitation.

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Following the direction of his hand, Charlotte saw several beautifully marbled steaks, along with a few varieties of imported beef sausages. The price tags were noticeably higher than those in the regular meat section, with no discount labels in sight.

"If you want it, we'll get it." Charlotte didn't hesitate. She reached for the exact steak he had been eyeing. "I said I'm treating. And…" She paused, the corners of her lips curving slightly. "You don't come by often. I can't have you eating discount cuts."

There was an ease in her tone she didn't even notice herself… and a hint of indulgence.

Noah watched her decisive movements, his gaze lingering briefly on her faintly upturned lips. He didn't argue, simply murmuring an "Mm" as he pushed the cart forward to make it easier for her to keep choosing.

They continued weaving through the supermarket.

Charlotte picked out vegetables, fruits, and seasonings, occasionally asking for his opinion. Most of the time, Noah only nodded or shook his head—concise, sparing with words—but his eyes never left her.

When she rose onto her toes to reach a bottle of olive oil on a high shelf, he quietly reached up and took it down for her without a word.