The Arrogant Billionaire’s Surprise Baby のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Serena stepped into Rocky’s Designs, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she adjusted the strap of her handbag. The office lobby was already buzzing with activity, employees moving around, and the faint sound of ringing phones filling the space.She barely made it through the doors when she spotted Emma standing near the reception desk, engaged in a conversation with the receptionist. The moment Emma’s eyes landed on her, she excused herself and hurried to Serena’s side, falling into step with her.“Morning, boss,” Emma greeted cheerfully. “How was your night?”Serena smirked slightly. “You mean the part where I got home late, stared at my ceiling for an hour, and then finally slept? Eventful.”Emma chuckled. “Sounds like a wild night.”Serena pressed the elevator button, waiting for the doors to open. “And yours?”Emma sighed dramatically. “Ethan kept me up talking about how much he misses me already.”Serena raised an eyebrow. “You

The morning was cool, the sky still painted with soft hues of pink and blue as Ryan drove Serena to the airport. The roads were mostly empty, the city slowly waking up, but inside the car, the silence was deafening.Serena sat with her hands folded in her lap, occasionally glancing out the window, her mind elsewhere. She had barely slept the night before. Between her meeting with the board, her upcoming trip to Paris, and the unexpected night with Ryan, there was too much running through her head.Ryan, on the other hand, kept his focus on the road, his fingers gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. He didn’t want her to leave. He didn’t know why, but the idea of Serena being in another country, away from him, unsettled him.He stole a glance at her. She looked calm, composed as always, but he knew better. He knew her well enough to see the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers twitched slightly against the fabric of her coat.

The flight to Paris had been long, but Serena barely noticed. She had spent most of it reviewing the details of the upcoming business deal, skimming through files and making mental notes. When the pilot announced their descent, she finally looked up from her documents, glancing out of the window.The city stretched beneath her like a painting, glittering with lights that reflected off the Seine. Even from above, Paris was breathtaking—historic buildings with intricate architecture, grand boulevards filled with life, and the Eiffel Tower standing tall in the distance, glowing golden against the darkening sky.By the time she landed, the airport was bustling with travelers. Serena made her way through the VIP section, where a young man in a sharp suit stood holding a sign with her name on it.“Ms. Winthrop?” he asked, his French accent thick but smooth.Serena nodded, adjusting the strap of her bag. “That’s me.”He smiled politely. “I am Julien, Mr. Smith

The morning sun cast a golden glow over Paris, the soft light illuminating the elegant streets as Serena stepped out of the luxurious hotel. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the faint scent of warm pastries from a nearby bakery.She had barely gotten any sleep the night before. Between the weight of the media scandal back home and her conversation with Emma, her mind had been restless. But she had forced herself to push it aside, at least for now. She was in Paris, and she had business to take care of.And part of that business, as arranged by Phillippe Smith, was experiencing the beauty of the city before she left.She spotted a sleek black car waiting just outside the entrance, and the driver quickly stepped forward, opening the door for her.“Good morning, Ms. Winthrop,” he greeted with a polite nod. “Mr. Smith has arranged for a private tour of the Louvre for you this morning.”Serena adjusted her coat, stepping inside the car with a quiet sigh

The soft hum of the Parisian streets filled the air as Serena stood outside the hotel, waiting for the black luxury car Phillippe had arranged to take them to the Seine. The evening had begun its slow descent, casting a golden glow over the city, making the streets look even more breathtaking.Serena adjusted the thin silk scarf around her neck, the cool evening breeze teasing the edges of her hair. She had dressed for the occasion—a flowing ivory dress that hugged her frame just enough to be elegant, yet comfortable. It wasn’t often she allowed herself to indulge in moments like this, and though she had told herself this trip was purely business, something about Paris made her want to pause, to take in the beauty of the moment.At least, all of this gets her to forget all of her scandals for a while.A sleek black car pulled up in front of her, and the driver swiftly exited, opening the door for her. Phillippe was already inside, looking effortlessly