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.

who looked horrified, her eyes wide with

whispered, her voice strained.

smile that was anything but innocent. "I'm just saying,

you get along so

carefully, his jaw tight. He turned his gaze to Mr. Hastings and spoke with a calmness that belied the tension he felt. "I respect Abigail deeply. But we're friends. That's all we've ever

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

grew thick with unspoken thoughts, and Joan shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her usual exuberance was absent, and

they all moved to the living room, Alexander's patience was frayed. He excused himself, needing air, and stepped out onto the balcony. The cool night breeze met him, and he inhaled deeply, trying to

did little to ease the unease in his chest.

everything feel so

sound of

reverie. He turned his head slightly and saw Abigail stepping out, her expression uncertain. Her dark

her voice barely audible over the

straightened, offering a

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

she finally whispered. "For what my father said. He shouldn't have put you on the spot

voice gentle. "It's not your fault. I know he means

just... wants what he

gaze softened. "I

"But what about

her, his eyes narrowing slightly.

you for a long time. I always hoped that maybe... maybe you'd feel the

began,

hope in her eyes mingling with fear. "You're an incredible person. You deserve someone who can give you

and she blinked quickly, trying to keep

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