New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 304 Magazine Cover

Abigail was wheeled into the hospital, her parents pushing her chair like it was some kind of royal chariot. The hospital smelled like disinfectant and stale coffee, and Abigail couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at it.

Her leg still throbbed where the doctors had fixed it up, but she didn't care. Today was about Alexander. He'd been there for her when she was in a coma, and now it was her turn to return the favor.

She had packed a bag full of goodies: juicy fruits and a container of his favorite food. "I know how bad the hospital food is," she thought, imagining his face when he saw what she brought. Just thinking about him made her cheeks heat up.

There was so much she wanted to tell him, especially about her feelings, but she figured maybe, just maybe, one day would be the right time. Today wasn't it. She couldn't mess things up while he was still healing.

As they approached his room, Abigail knocked on the door, her heart racing. Her parents nudged it open, and there he was-Alexander, lying down and staring blankly at the ceiling like he was trying to figure out the meaning of life. When he turned his head toward them, he tried to sit up but winced in pain.

"Hey, you! Lay down!" Abigail called out, her voice a mix of teasing and concern.

He leaned back against the headboard, looking a bit sheepish. "What are you doing here? I thought you were still recovering?" he asked, a faint smile creeping onto his face.

"I wanted to see you," she said, her voice softening. "I was worried."

Just then, Abigail's mom, Mary, chimed in. "What happened to you, Alexander? Your parents said you were in an accident!"

Alexander hesitated. The last thing he wanted was to spill the whole story, especially when it involved how much he'd messed up. He glanced at Abigail, who was watching him with those wide, trusting eyes. "I wasn't careful," he said simply, keeping it vague.

His mom had kept the details under wraps, and he was grateful for that. He wanted to be the one to explain it to Abigail, but maybe today wasn't the day for heavy stuff.

"Just... be careful next time, okay?" Abigail said, biting her lip. "I brought you something." She thrust the bag of food and fruits toward him like a peace offering. "This is for you! I know hospital food can be worse than cardboard!"

He chuckled, the tension easing a bit. "You're a lifesaver, Abi," he said, smiling as he took the bag from her. "Thank you."

the door swung open, and in walked his mom. She froze for a second, surprised to see Abigail and her parents.

by! Alexander has been so great to Abigail; we wanted

families, a knowing smile on her face. "You kids are quite the caring pair. Are you

a bright shade of crimson, while Alexander simply sighed and rolled his

couple?" Mary

that." Abigail said, shaking her head, but a smile danced on her

his gaze to the window, staring at the world outside. His thoughts wandered to Claire's earlier words: "I don't

through his thoughts like a warm knife through butter. He turned back to her, seeing genuine concern in

to shake off

bring you a whole buffet next time,"

stood in front of

her reflection. The dress Talia had picked for her was... well, "provocative" was putting it mildly t hugged her figure like it was tailor-made, the white fabric looking almost too sleek and too daring. The plunging neckline draped down

of the dress. The halter-style top

for Royal Ascot!" she insisted, her excitement evident. "You're going to turn heads, Claire. This is exactly what you need for a

a magazine cover shoot?" Claire shot back, though she couldn't help but smile a little.

you've got it, flaunt it," Talia teased, twirling a finger in the air. "And you, my dear, have got it.

The dress

added a touch of elegance, with its delicate decorative detail matching her outfit. Her accessories were minimal but refined-a bracelet on her left wrist, a watch on he right and a

that tied everything

nerves settling a bit. She

Claire, if I wasn't already your best friend, I'd be

Talia said

widening. She was already dressed, of course, having gone through her own

earlier. Her light