Khloe didn't say a word and walked straight into the bedroom.
Several medical staff were still inside, monitoring Nick's vitals. He sat sideways on the edge of the bed, an IV needle in his forearm, receiving medication. His other hand still held his phone.
Khloe's phone vibrated—Nick was calling her.
She had been out delivering things for a long time, and his calls had kept going straight to busy. Naturally, he was a little worried.
"I'm back."
Khloe relaxed the crease between her brows, smiling softly as she walked over. She looped her arm around his free side and took the phone from him.
Nick's gaze stayed fixed on her. "Where were you so long?"
"Sending your family off."
"You've been on the phone with someone this whole time?" Nick's voice was low as he leaned closer, brushing near her lips.
"Charlotte called—there were some company problems that needed my input. It took a bit longer than expected."
Khloe finished without giving him a chance to question her, turning it around immediately:
"So now I'm under strict husband supervision? And just a little delay gets me scolded?"
Her tone carried teasing, her eyes crinkling with a playful smile.
The curiosity in Nick's eyes instantly vanished. His voice hardened slightly, deliberately serious.
"From now on, I'll be unreasonable. Your time belongs to me."
"I haven't agreed yet. If something happens at the Morrison Group, I might have to leave you and go back…"
"No."
For once, Nick was domineering. His voice deepened, his eyes darkened with a rare intensity, not playful at all—utterly serious.

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