New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 460 Overwhelm Claire

Claire was still fuming from her confrontation with Mr. Andrews when her phone rang. The sudden break in her thoughts made her grimace, and she glanced at the screen to see it was Alexander.

Her ex-husband. Business partner. The man who had a knack for popping up at the most inconvenient times.

She sighed and swiped to answer the call, her irritation creeping back to the surface. "What is it, Alexander?"

"Claire," came his voice, smooth as ever but with an edge of something that didn't quite sit right. "Is Matthew still in the hospital?"

Claire raised an eyebrow, her grip tightening around her phone. "Where did you hear that?" she asked, her voice colder than she intended.

Alexander's response was casual as if he were asking about the weather. "I have my sources." "Sources?" Claire's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes narrowed as the annoyance from earlier boiled over. "Are you seriously calling me to ask about Matthew?"

"I wasn't calling to ask, Claire," Alexander replied, his tone firm now. "I'm just checking in. Is he okay?" Claire couldn't hide her irritation anymore. "I don't need you checking in, Alexander. I'm dealing with it, okay?" She tried to keep her voice steady, but there was an edge to it now-something that revealed just how much everything, from the meeting with Mr. Andrews to Matthew's condition, was getting to her. There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. "I didn't mean to upset you, Claire," Alexander said, his voice softer now, though still carrying that familiar hint of concern. "I just thought you might want to talk. You've been quiet lately."

"I'm fine," she snapped, a little too quickly. The words were automatic, and defensive. "I don't need to talk about it with you."

"Then what's going on, Claire?" Alexander pressed, not letting up. "You've been on edge. I can hear it in your voice. You're not the same. What's really going on?"

Claire's stomach twisted. She didn't want to admit it, not to him—not to anyone. But the frustration, the exhaustion, the helplessness, they all seemed to be bubbling up, threatening to spill over. She rubbed her temple, trying to force herself to calm down.

"Can you just drop it, Alexander?" she said, her voice quieter now but laced with frustration. "I don't need you lecturing me. I'm dealing with it all, okay? Just... just leave me alone for a while."

say something more, push further. But he didn't. Instead, there was a soft exhale on the other end of the line, followed by a resignation she

he said, finally. "I'm not trying to make things harder for you. I just... I know you're under a lot of

have work to do, Alexander," Claire interrupted abruptly, her patience

words felt sharp, too sharp, but she didn't care. She was

Tired of people poking around in her personal life. She had too much

taking on an odd note. "But

Without another word, she hung up the phone, her hand trembling slightly as she set

sat back in

blank screen in front of

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asked a simple question. He hadn't been trying to get under her skin, not like Mr. Andrews. He'd only

was tired of everyone constantly poking around in her business? Or was it

in her mind,

The business deals, the constant juggling of responsibilities-none of it seemed to matter anymore. The only

there, vulnerable, while she ran around trying to keep everything in

was hard to admit, but the anger that had been bubbling up in her wasn't just about Mr. Andrews or Alexander. It was about her own helplessness. About how

she had snapped at Alexander. He had been right to be concerned, but she couldn't let anyone see her like this. Not him, not anyone. She was Claire Peterson, and she

groaning when she saw it was Alexander again. He was probably calling

screen,

from everyone, away from

the window, watching the busy city below as