After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 47

**Clocks Lie To Hearts by Asa River Flint**
**Chapter 47**

At that very moment, George found himself still at the hospital, seated beside Vivian, blissfully unaware of the unfolding events beyond those sterile walls. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the low hum of medical machinery, yet all he could focus on was Vivian’s radiant smile and the warmth of her presence.

Meanwhile, the Capulet and Price families reveled in ignorance, gathered in the opulent Price Manor, where laughter and clinking glasses filled the air with a festive spirit.

Lily, with her glass raised high, turned to Hazel, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hazel, we owe you a huge debt of gratitude! You should have seen that little tramp’s face when I confronted her—she treated Owen and me like we were insignificant. It was infuriating!”

Hazel chuckled, a glimmer of satisfaction lighting her features. “Thank goodness for your intervention, Lily. The moment you stepped in, she fell utterly silent.”

Lily nodded, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Before you arrived, she was so brazen, declaring she would only leave if George asked her to. The arrogance! She acted like she was untouchable, as if she were still George’s wife.”

“But the moment you, the esteemed lady of the Capulet family, made your presence known, she shrank back like a frightened mouse. I propose a toast to that!”

The flattery warmed Hazel’s heart, and she couldn’t help but beam with pride. The $3 billion settlement had been gnawing at her, and she had been desperate to find a way to deal with Louisa. Ideally, she wanted Louisa to vanish without a trace, without a single cent exchanged.

Yet, the perfect opportunity had arrived when the Price family approached her, offering a golden chance to not only assert her dominance but also to humiliate Louisa thoroughly.

Even though Louisa had stayed hidden, and the hefty settlement still loomed over her, Hazel found solace in the fact that she had managed to tarnish Louisa’s reputation. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

As the conversation flowed effortlessly, the topic shifted to the impending marriage of their children.

“Hazel, when do you think we should hold the wedding? I’m eager to hear your thoughts,” Lily asked, her mouth half-full of hors d’oeuvres.

Hazel hesitated, her mind racing. The Price family was blissfully unaware of the fact that George was still entangled in a marriage with Louisa. The thought of discussing marriage felt premature, almost reckless.

Owen and Lily exchanged knowing glances, sensing her hesitation.

“Do you have concerns?” Owen probed gently, his brow furrowing with concern.

Lily leaned in closer, her voice laced with urgency. “What’s bothering you, Hazel? Are you worried that little tramp might stir up trouble? She has nothing left—what could she possibly do?”

“I’m not afraid of her,” Hazel retorted, her voice firm. “She wouldn’t dare cross me.”

After a brief pause, she added, “Honestly, I have a soft spot for Vivian. Her birthday is coming up on August 16th, next Wednesday, right?”

“Exactly!” both Lily and Owen chimed in, their enthusiasm palpable.

“Here’s my proposal,” Hazel said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “Let’s throw a grand birthday celebration for Vivian and announce her engagement to George there. It will double the joy! What do you think?”

Noticing the distant look in George’s eyes, Vivian felt a flicker of jealousy. She quickly masked it with a smile. “Please, George? If you don’t like that place, you choose. I’ll go anywhere with you. I just want to be together.”

Her earnestness made it impossible for George to refuse her. With a resigned yet affectionate sigh, he replied, “All right. Wherever you want to go, we’ll go.”

Vivian’s face lit up with joy. “Then I’ll book our flights right now!”

“Go ahead,” he encouraged, a hint of a smile breaking through his contemplative demeanor.

But just as she opened the booking app, a message from her mother flashed on the screen: [Mrs. Capulet has agreed. We’ll announce your engagement to George at your birthday celebration.]

Vivian’s heart soared with exhilaration. Without a moment’s hesitation, she tossed her phone aside and enveloped George in a tight embrace, showering him with kisses. “George, I love you! I love you so much!”

Though George was taken aback by her sudden surge of enthusiasm, he was still a man, and the passionate display of affection was hard to resist.

In an instant, he found himself pressing her against the hospital bed, their lips meeting in a fervent kiss.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, she wrapped her arms around his neck, savoring the desire that ignited between them and the warmth of his kisses against her skin.

Breathless with longing, she whispered softly, “George, let’s get married. I want to be your wife.”