New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 470 Abigail Confession

The Harris mansion was bathed in warm light, its classic architecture standing tall and imposing against the twilight sky. The grand dining hall was meticulously set, the clinking of silverware and the soft murmur of conversation filling the space.

Despite the luxurious surroundings, Alexander felt an inexplicable weight on his chest. The hum of the evening felt more suffocating than celebratory, the elegant dinner more of an obligation than a pleasure. Seated around the long mahogany table were Alexander's parents, Abigail, and her mother and father. Joan, Alexander's younger sister, was uncharacteristically quiet, pushing her food around her plate with disinterest. The atmosphere felt strained, though no one had openly acknowledged it.

Alexander forced a polite smile as he cut into his meal, though he had little appetite. The evening dragged on with idle conversation about business, travel, and family affairs.

"So, Alexander," Mr. Hastings, Abigail's father, began, setting his wine glass down with a soft clink. His gaze was sharp, appraising. "How's the hotel business treating you these days?"

Alexander sat a little straighter, falling back on the professionalism he was known for. "It's going well, sir. The Vegas property is almost ready for relaunch. Just a few final touch-ups left."

Mr. Hastings nodded with approval. "Good, good. You've always been a diligent man, Alex. Your father must be proud."

Alexander offered a small smile to his father, who gave an approving nod. His mother beamed at him, but her eyes carried a knowing look, sensing his disquiet.

As the conversation continued, Alexander tried to keep his focus on polite small talk, but the growing sense of dread in his stomach was hard to ignore. He wasn't sure where it was coming from, only that tonight felt more stifling than usual.

It didn't take long for the conversation to veer into more uncomfortable territory.

"You know," Mr. Hastings said, leaning back in his chair, "you and Abigail have known each other for so long. Families like our value tradition and strong bonds."

Alexander's brow furrowed slightly. He wasn't sure where this was going, but a part of him suspected, and

it made his stomach tighten.

Mr. Hastings continued, his tone casual but pointed. "Don't you think it's time to consider making that bond... more permanent?"

The words hung heavily in the air.

froze midway to his mouth. He glanced at Abigail, who looked

Abigail whispered, her

ignored her, pressing on with a smile that was anything but innocent. "I'm just

get along

a calmness that belied the tension he felt. "I respect Abigail deeply. But we're friends. That's all

no mistaking the finality in his tone. Abigail's face fell, her eyes darting away as if she'd been struck. She forced a small smile, but the disappointment was evident

Her usual exuberance was absent,

of food feeling like a chore. By the time the meal concluded, and they all moved to the living room, Alexander's patience was frayed. He

below, glittering like tiny stars. But the view did little to ease the unease in his chest. He leaned on

everything feel

of the

her expression uncertain. Her

barely audible over the rustle

straightened, offering a polite

walked up beside him, her gaze fixed on the city lights. For

"For what my father said. He shouldn't

gentle. "It's not

but her shoulders slumped. "He just...

softened.

breath. "But what

his eyes

gripping the balcony railing. "Alex, I-" Her voice caught, but she pushed forward. "I've liked you for a long time. I always hoped that maybe... maybe you'd feel the

began,

with fear. "You're an incredible person. You deserve someone

quickly, trying to keep her composure. "I just thought...

about you. But not in the way you deserve. And I