New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 330

Alexander sat in his car, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. A mischievous grin spread across his face as an idea popped into his head. He could get Claire to help him with that statement he needed to make, even though he knew they'd end up arguing like always.

For some reason, that warmed him a little. Their bickering had become some weird form of comfort. Claire was stubborn, sharp-tongued, and irritatingly good at winning arguments, but she was also reliable. And if there was one thing Alexander loved, it was pushing her buttons.

Without a second thought, he turned his car toward Claire’s office. Night had fallen, and the city lights glowed like stars as he drove through the streets. He smirked to himself, imagining the look on Claire’s face when he showed up unannounced.

When he finally arrived at the office building, he parked and headed inside. The place was almost deserted at this time of night, the only sounds were the occasional hum of a distant printer or the soft murmur of a late-night worker. As he reached Claire's office, he noticed the door was slightly ajar. Curious, he stepped forward to knock, but something made him pause.

Peeking through the gap, he spotted Claire inside, standing close to Adrian. Very close. Before he could make sense of it, he saw them leaning toward each other. And then—were they kissing?

His eyes widened. “What the hell is going on?” he blurted out, pushing the door open without a second thought.

Both Claire and Adrian jumped back, startled. Adrian nearly knocked over a chair, while Claire’s eyes shot toward the door, narrowing when she saw Alexander standing there.

“What are you doing here, Alexander?” Claire demanded, her voice edged with irritation.

He ignored her question, still processing what he'd just seen. “Why were you kissing Adrian?” he asked, his voice sharp with accusation.

Claire blinked, looking genuinely confused. “Kissing? What are you talking about?” She crossed her arms, looking more annoyed than flustered.

“You were leaning forward, right into each other’s faces! I saw it!” Alexander wasn’t about to back down. He had seen something—he just wasn’t sure what.

Claire rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh my God, Alexander. I wasn’t kissing anyone. Something got in my eye, and Adrian was just helping me. That’s all.”

Alexander frowned, not entirely convinced. “What?”

Adrian, who had been quiet until now, finally stood up straight and faced Alexander. “She’s telling the truth. Something flew into her eye, and I was helping her get it out. We’re having dinner—why would we be kissing?”

Alexander’s frown deepened as he glanced between the two of them. He didn’t know whether to believe them or not. Claire was looking at him like he was an idiot, which wasn’t new. And Adrian? Well, Adrian just looked awkward.

Alexander huffed, feeling more embarrassed by the second. But he couldn’t back down now, could he? He still wasn’t convinced. “I don’t know. You were leaning awfully close,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

Claire groaned. “Oh, for crying out loud, Alexander. It was just something in my eye! Are you going to keep accusing us of kissing all night, or are you going to tell me what you’re doing here?”

She had a point, and Alexander could feel his argument crumbling. But admitting he was wrong? That wasn’t exactly his style. So, he did what he did best—he dodged the question. “I wasn’t here for anything important,” he lied, hoping to salvage what little dignity he had left.

Claire raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You showed up at my office at night, barged in like some crazy person, and interrupted dinner… for no reason?”

Alexander shifted uncomfortably. He felt his face flush. “Yeah. Forget it. I'm leaving.”