New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 422 Talkative Alexander

Matthew let out a frustrated sigh, his finger hovering over the decline button on Claire's video call for what felt like the hundredth time. His phone buzzed insistently, but he refused to answer. Why? Because there was no way he could let Claire see the state of his face right now. The purple bruising around his left eye, the nasty gash near his temple, and the shallow cuts across his cheek were a disaster waiting to happen if she spotted them.

He could already hear her sharp questions: "What happened? Who did this? Why didn't you tell me?" Nope. He wasn't ready for that interrogation.

"Just heal already," he muttered, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He tilted his head, wincing as the movement tugged at the stitches he'd reluctantly gotten earlier that day. His hair-thankfully longer now-did an okay job covering the gash on his temple. But the black eye? Not so much.

He sighed again, running a hand through his messy hair. "Maybe if I wear sunglasses indoors," he joked to himself, though he knew Claire wouldn't buy it. His only saving grace was that she was still in Las Vegas. And if he was really lucky, Alexander-her insufferable admirer-would keep her busy there longer. For once, Matthew was rooting for the guy to be a persistent annoyance.

Meanwhile, back in Las Vegas, Claire was in no mood for games. She stared at her phone, annoyed. "Why does he keep declining my video calls but answers normal ones? Is he hiding something? Ugh, such a weirdo," she muttered, shaking her head. Matthew had always been a bit peculiar, but he was also the only one who truly got her, quirks and all. Still, his behavior was definitely odd lately. She shoved her phone into her bag, brushing off the nagging thought. She had bigger issues to deal with. For starters, Alexander.

Claire was getting ready for dinner, throwing on a simple yet elegant dress. Her stomach growled loudly, reminding her she hadn't eaten all day thanks to a mountain of work and Alexander's relentless attempts to coax her into dinner. She'd stood her ground, though, refusing him flat out. She could still picture the defeated look on his face as she walked away from him at the hotel entrance earlier. She smirked at the memory.

Arriving at the hotel restaurant, Claire let out a content sigh. It was bustling but not overly crowded. She chose a quiet corner table, took her seat, and glanced over the menu. Seafood pasta and a glass of white wine sounded perfect. As the waiter left with her order, she looked around the room.

Her gaze stopped at a nearby table where a family of four was celebrating a little girl's birthday. The sight warmed her heart and tugged at something deeper. She hadn't celebrated a proper birthday with her parents since she turned 21. Work had consumed her life since then. There were moments of regret, sure, but she couldn't deny the pride she felt for everything she'd accomplished. It was a bittersweet realization.

Her food arrived just as she was lost in thought, the aroma snapping her back to the present. Her stomach growled again, louder this time, and she grabbed her fork, ready to dig in.

"Eating alone? That's a surprise."

The familiar, smooth voice made her freeze mid-motion. Her jaw clenched as she forced a smile and looked up. "Alexander," she said flatly. "Why are you here?"

Alexander grinned, looking completely unbothered by her frosty tone. "Dinner, obviously. And since we're at the same hotel, why wouldn't I?"

She rolled her eyes, biting back a groan. "There are plenty of tables here. Go find one."

"Ah," he said, feigning disappointment. "But they're all full."

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Are they now?"

I already know you, it only makes sense

She scoffed. "No."

that much?" he asked,

hate you. I just strongly

there's hope for us yet." He grinned, pulling out a

she snapped, glaring at him. "Who

"Well, that's progress. Besides, you wouldn't cause a scene, would you? Imagine the headlines: 'Claire Peterson loses her cool in a crowded restaurant.'

he was. Claire prided herself on maintaining her composure in public. The last thing she needed was to give the gossip columns something to chew on. Letting out a defeated sigh, she waved her hand dismissively. "Fine. Stay. But don't

again, muttering under her breath, "Why am I

true to his word, ignored her demand for silence. He talked-about work, the city,

pasta with the precision of someone trying to tune out the world-or in this case Alexander. Sitting across the table, he was on a mission to fill the silence, his voice

been buzzing lately. New hotel openings, events... just a lot happening," Alexander said, his words spilling

on her pasta, barely glancing up. Maybe if I ignore him, he'll stop, she thought. But nope, he

weather's been great, don't

been to one of those?" he asked, leaning

gaze. "Is there a reason you're talking this much?"

annoyance only fueled him. "I'm just in a

congratulations. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was hoping for

are you? You're always so sharp, so quick with a comeback. Don't hold

her fork

wine

her wine, her

me to talk? Let's talk. Why on earth are you sitting here? Aren't there

you

now?"

right

with anyone. I'm sitting with you. That makes it special." Claire rolled her eyes. "Oh,