Billionaire's Match (Khloe and Nick Hunt) novel Chapter 956

Charlotte set the cake down on the table, then turned and went straight into the kitchen, skipping even the basic courtesy of pouring Ethan a glass of water.

It was clearly not a welcoming gesture.

Ethan understood that perfectly well, yet he still sat quietly on the sofa, pretending not to notice.

Out of the corner of his eye, however, he caught sight of the kitchen—where Charlotte and Noah stood close together, chatting and laughing.

Charlotte handed Noah a freshly mixed drink. He took a spoonful, tasted it, and nodded. "Not bad."

Then, without another word, he poured a glass and walked over to Ethan.

"Charlotte's special blend. It's good."

Ethan's lips twitched slightly. He accepted the glass, only to set it down on the table. "Thanks."

"By the way, how's your condition? Are your injuries healing?"

Noah's tone was calm, but there was something unhidden in his gaze. It almost seemed like genuine concern.

Ethan looked at him for a moment before replying, "Much better."

"That's good. I have a few medicines that work well for knife wounds and scarring. I'll write them down for you." As he spoke, Noah took out a pen and paper, jotted down several names, and handed the list over.

Ethan accepted it but said nothing more.

The atmosphere turned subtly tense.

At that moment, as if sensing it too, Charlotte softly called Noah's name.

He immediately stood and returned to the kitchen to help.

The dishes were soon laid out on the table.

As an "injured patient," Ethan sat and waited the entire time. But watching Noah and Charlotte move together—passing dishes, exchanging glances, communicating without words—made something flare in his chest. His emotions slipped out of control.

"Why is there so much meat? Not a single vegetable? I'm a patient. I can't eat anything this greasy."

The moment Ethan spoke, the atmosphere turned awkward.

Sure enough, Charlotte glanced at Noah with a trace of concern. But to her surprise, when Noah looked up at Ethan, there wasn't a hint of anger in his eyes.

"I chose these dishes. We didn't know you were coming. If you want something else, we can order takeout."

His calm response left Ethan momentarily at a loss.

Charlotte looked at Noah, her eyes softening with a new light. She steadied herself as well.

"That's right, Ethan. What would you like to eat? I can order it for you."

"Forget it."

Ethan let the matter drop, finally picking up his fork.

But before he could take a bite, he saw Charlotte placing all kinds of food into Noah's bowl.

Noah didn't stand on ceremony—after offering Charlotte a few compliments, he began eating heartily, clearly enjoying the meal.

The two of them carried on back and forth, as if Ethan, sitting across from them, didn't exist at all.