New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Happy birthday

Talia made her way through the crowded room of the party, her gaze focused on her phone as she checked a message. In her distraction, she accidentally bumped into Christian, causing his champagne to spill onto his clothes. "Oh no, I'm so sorry!" Talia gasped, her eyes widening in alarm as she noticed the stain spreading on Christian's suit.

Christian blinked in surprise, then let out a soft sigh. "It's alright, accidents happen," he reassured her, though there was a hint of annoyance at the inconvenience.

Feeling guilty, Talla quickly grabbed a napkin from a nearby table and started dabbing at the stain.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your suit," she apologized again, her voice tinged with regret.

Christian chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension. "Don't worry about it. It's just a little spill, nothing major."

Despite his reassurance, Talia's panic didn't subside. "I'll replace your shirt, or I can have it dry cleaned," she offered, her voice slightly frantic.

Before Christian could decline her offers, Talia kept talking, almost rambling. "I'll do anything to make it up to you, really. I'm so sorry."

Christian glanced at Talla, finally taking notice of her beyond the mishap. He was struck by how beautiful she looked, even in her flustered state. "It's really not necessary," he started to say, but Talia's persistence caught him off guard. Talia shot him a small, apologetic smile. "I just feel terrible about this. Please, let me make it right"

Christian found himself at a loss for words. He had been too preoccupied with his now stained suit that he didn't take a good look of the person who bumped into him.

"Hey, are you okay? Talia asked him as Christian kept staring at her.

Christian glanced up and nodded. "Um yes, I'm fine. Excuse me."

Talia watched him go with a confused expression etched on her face. She blame herself for being so clumsy and reckless. She watched his figure disappear from the crowd before continuing her walk

her confident stride drawing attention as she headed towards the bar. She settled onto a stool and ordered her favorite drink, a martini, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes. As she waited for her order, a familiar voice spoke from behind her. "Back then, you never liked to drink," the voice remarked, causing Claire to

standing there with an air of familiarity that she found irritating. She rolled her eyes in response to his comment. "We should really stop meeting like this. It's becoming quite tiresome," she retorted, her tone

sip of her martini, relishing the smoothness of the alcohol. She

notice her second order. "Going for round two already?" he

coolly: "I can handle it," she replied confidently, taking another sip as if

even

out, raising an eyebrow.

eyes. "Oh, Alex, I have my ways," she

air

not buying into her vague response. "You probably sneaked in," he remarked, a touch

raised in mock surprise. "Sneak in? Me? How scandalous," she quipped sarcastically, lifting her glass

like seeing me doing much better than you?" she added with a smirk, a subtle jab at their

He took a swig of his whiskey, the burn of the alcohol serving as a distraction from the tension between them. "You always have a way with words, Claire," he replied curtly, his

sense of unease in the air once Claire left, a reminder

her retreating figure, his thoughts swirling with a mixture of irritation and

announcing that it was time for everyone to take their seats at their respective tables. Christian made his

confusion at his friend sudden appearance. He followed

he joined Christian at the bar, curious about his

moment, lost in his thoughts before finally looking up at Alex. "Mate,

easy, mate. Don't drink too much and make a fool of yourself," he teased lightly, patting

out of his daze. "Might as well do it. I made a fool of myself

you will find your way to

made their way back to their designated