New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 351 Strolling in Paris

The car wound its way through the Paris streets, the famous landmarks of the city passing by as they headed toward the iconic Eiffel Tower. Claire stared out the window, feeling a little conflicted. She knew she needed to get back to London and bury herself in work, but there was something refreshing about Adrian's carefree attitude. For once, maybe he was right-maybe she did need a break. "Adrian," she said after a moment, "you know this doesn't mean I'm going to start slacking off, right?"

He laughed, turning to her with a teasing grin. "Oh, I wouldn't dare think that. But even the toughest, most hardworking people need a little fun now and then. You're allowed to enjoy yourself."

Claire gave him a sideways glance. "You've got a point. But just so you know, I'm already mentally preparing to dive back into work the second we're back in London."

Adrian shook his head in mock disbelief. "I wouldn't expect anything less. But for now, just enjoy Paris. You deserve it."

Soon, the car pulled up near the Eiffel Tower, the iron giant looming overhead, glittering against the twilight sky. Claire gazed up at it, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She'd been to Paris plenty of times, but there was something about seeing the Eiffel Tower like this, with its golden lights twinkling, that never got old.

Adrian jumped out of the car first and extended a hand to help Claire out, his grin wide and goofy. "M'lady," he said, putting on an exaggerated posh accent.

Claire rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "You're ridiculous," she said, taking his hand and stepping out of the car.

They walked over to a quieter spot where they could get a perfect view of the tower. Adrian stood beside her, hands in his pockets, as they both looked up at the iconic structure.

"Pretty nice, huh?" Adrian said, nudging her gently.

"Yeah," Claire admitted, her voice soft. "It is."

silence for a moment, just taking in the view. The lights of Paris stretched out beneath them, and for the first time in a long time, Claire allowed herself to feel at ease. Adrian glanced over at her and saw the tension

him. "I didn't realize how much I

told you. You just needed to stop and take a

yeah. Don't get too smug about

Claire forgot about the chaos back in London, about Alexander, Claudia, and

the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over Paris. Claire and Adrian were strolling leisurely near the Eiffel Tower, the iconic structure

and smiled. "Since we're already in Paris," he started, casually but with a hint of mischief in his voice, "why don't we have dinner

planned this, didn't you? You wanted to make sure we didn't go back?" She teased,

come on, how

though she was clearly enjoying the idea.

the driver the address of a restaurant. Claire raised her brows, giving him

like to be

was fading into twilight. The car pulled up to a beautiful, fancy-looking place. Adrian

fancy vibe, the restaurant felt comfortable. Adrian spoke to the hostess, and soon enough, they were being led to a table near the window. Claire slid into her seat, glancing out at the sparkling Paris skyline, while Adrian took the

past few

like it. Paris

from funny stories about work to silly observations about the tourists they'd seen earlier. Claire

was during dessert that things began to shift. Adrian's mood, white still warm, grew a little more serious. Claire didn't notice at first-she was too busy marveling at her chocolate mousse-but then she

gently touched hers

startled. "Need something?" she asked with a half-smile, her eyes questioning but