Billionaire’s Match By Tangy Candy Novel Chapter 450
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Read Billionaire’s Match By Tangy Candy Novel Chapter 450 – —- Chapter 450 “Khloe has many great qualities… | can’t even count them all. And no matter which one | think about, | like it.” Nick’s answer was exactly what Khloe had expected, yet she still felt embarrassed. She cleared her throat softly and turned to Dr. Yale. “Um… Dr. Yale, could you maybe stop talking about me? Can we… talk about something else?” “All right,” Dr. Yale nodded. Then he asked Nick, “Mr. Hunt, in your daily life, are there moments when you feel particularly at ease, or when your emotions feel especially stable?” “Yes.” Nick didn’t hesitate.
He tilted his head, his gaze once again falling on Khloe. “Many moments. For example, waking up at night and seeing my wife next to me. Or… ike now. She just sits with me. Even if we don’t speak, as long as | know she’s here, | feel calm. My emotions stay steady.” Khloe froze. Weren’t they supposed to stop talking about her? Was this session for Nick’s psychological comfort-or hers? The entire conversation had revolved around her. Yet, despite her embarrassment, his words made her heart —- soften. She realized that to Nick, she had become the center of his emotional world.
And she hadn’t anticipated just how much weight she carried in his life. “Then it seems, Mrs. Hunt is a very important source of strength for you. You are fortunate-many people spend their entire lives searching and never find this kind of strength,” Dr. Yale said eamestly. Nick nodded in affirmation, holding her hand a little tighter. “Il know,” he murmured. Finally, Dr. Yale pulled out a psychological assessment form and asked Khloe to assist Nick. He would choose the answers, and she would mark them.
Khloe had expected him to resist the assessment, but Nick engaged fully, answering with sincerity and focus, as if he were offering himself completely. As he made his choices, Khloe couldn’t help but imagine herself inhis place. Some of his thoughts were completely alien, sometimes even extreme, and she would instinctively tap his hand. “Nick, you can’t think like that. Bottling things up won’t solve them.” —- “What if it’s you? What if you feel you’ll burden someone else- would you tell them?” “Depends. But | know the people who matter most to me deserve to know.
They have the right to worry, the right to care. For example… if you were hurt and didn’t tell me, I’d be devastated once | found out.” Khloe pointed to one of the questions and noticed something striking: Nick’s fear of calling others for help stemmed from his childhood. Whenever he tried to reach out, there was never a response. Silence had been absolute despair. Her chest tightened, and the pen in her hand trembled. Seeing her eyes glisten, Nick felt a pang of guilt, though he hadn’t thought much of it before. Now, he shared her ache. “| feel much better now,” he murmured.
Khloe didn’t reply. She lowered her head and continued to the next question. But then, she suddenly spoke ina firm, steady voice, “From now on, if you ever can’t reach me, it’s okay to be angry. No matter what anyone else does, whenever you call me, | will always answer your call as soon as | can.” Her words were impulsive, born from concern. Nick knew it was impossible to expect such a thing from her. But hearing it, he couldn’t help the surge of emotion, nearly —- wanting to scoop her into his arms and kiss her right then and there.