Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 955

This unspoken understanding between them gradually dissolved the faint weariness Charlotte had always felt amid the city's bustle. The supermarket was clearly noisy and crowded, yet with Noah beside her—pushing the cart, silent but steady—she felt an unexpected sense of grounding, something warm and real, like life itself.

At the checkout, Charlotte insisted on paying. Noah didn't argue; when he took the shopping bags, he simply lifted the two heaviest ones into his own hands.

"Let's go," he said.

Charlotte's apartment was not far from the supermarket, just over a ten-minute walk. Night had deepened, and the streetlights stretched their shadows long across the pavement, occasionally overlapping. The early autumn breeze carried a hint of coolness, sweeping away the lingering stuffiness from inside the store.

"This time… how long will you stay?" Charlotte tilted her head to look at him, finally asking the question that had been circling in her mind. His movements were always elusive, like the wind—arriving suddenly, leaving just as unpredictably.

Noah kept his eyes ahead, his stride calm and steady. "Depends. I have an old friend in Goldmont City I might need to see. And a few… other matters to take care of."

He didn't give a definite answer, but neither did he say he would leave tomorrow.

The small, hidden hope in Charlotte's heart settled for a moment—then lifted again. An old friend? Other matters? Would he… stay a few more days?

"Oh…" she replied softly, choosing not to press further. His world was far removed from her ordinary life; she neither dared nor knew how to step too deeply into it.

They walked back in silence and arrived beneath her apartment building. The elevator rose smoothly, the confined space holding only the two of them. Charlotte could catch the faint scent on him—a trace of tobacco mixed with something cool and distant. For some reason, it made her feel at ease.

She opened the door, and warm light spilled out, chasing away the night's chill. The apartment was small but tidy and cozy, with several green plants thriving along the windowsill.

He looked at her calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Charlotte paused, momentarily taken aback. She had planned to do all the cooking herself while he simply waited to eat. She hadn't expected him to offer help.

"Okay… sure." The surprise faded quickly, replaced by a quiet warmth. He wasn't the kind of man who would sit back and be served.

They began working side by side in the kitchen.

Noah handled the steaks with practiced ease. He patted the excess moisture dry with kitchen paper, then seasoned the meat with black pepper and sea salt, his movements so skillful they almost seemed professional.