Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 278

Ryan and his assistant, Jefferson, stepped off the plane onto the cold pavement of Charles de Gaulle Airport.

The city lights of Paris twinkled in the distance, and the soft hum of late-night traffic filled the air.

True to their client’s word, an expensive black sports car was parked nearby, its sleek design reflecting the streetlights.

A sharply dressed man in a suit approached them with a professional smile.

“Mr. Winters, welcome to Paris,” he said with a thick French accent, extending his hand.

Ryan shook his hand briefly. “Thank you.”

The man gestured toward the car.

“Your ride is ready, sir. Mr. Laurent has arranged everything for your stay. We hope you’ll find everything satisfactory.”

Jefferson, standing beside Ryan, exchanged a quick look with him before nodding.

“That’s very considerate of him.”

With that, the driver opened the car door, and Ryan slid into the plush leather seats, the cool interior a welcome change from the chilly Parisian air.

Jefferson followed closely behind, and soon, they were speeding down the streets of Paris.

The city was alive even at this hour—bright lights from cafes and boutiques illuminated the sidewalks, and the Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance, its golden glow captivating against the dark sky.

The streets were lined with historic buildings, cobblestone alleys winding between them, and the occasional laughter from street performers and tourists echoed in the air.

Jefferson glanced out the window and smirked. “Paris never sleeps, huh?”

Ryan, arms crossed, nodded. “It’s a different kind of busy here.”

They finally arrived at the luxurious Hôtel de Crillon, an extravagant five-star hotel located near the Place de la Concorde.

A few staff members were already outside, waiting to assist them. As soon as Ryan stepped out of the car, another well-dressed man approached.

“Mr. Winters,” he said with a polite smile. “Welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”

Ryan nodded. “Appreciate it.”

“This way, sir.” The man gestured, and they were led through the grand lobby of the hotel, its chandeliers sparkling and the scent of fresh flowers lingering in the air.

The walls were adorned with elegant artwork, and the staff moved swiftly and silently, tending to the guests.

The assistant opened the door to Ryan’s suite, a lavish room with a breathtaking view of the city skyline.

“I trust everything is to your satisfaction?” he asked.

Ryan gave a brief glance around. “Yeah, looks good.”

The assistant smiled.

“Good. Please freshen up and relax, Mr. Winters. We’ve arranged something to help… ease your mind after your long flight.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”

The man only smiled mysteriously. “You’ll see.” And with that, he left the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

Ryan exhaled and turned to Jefferson. “What do you think he meant by that?”

Jefferson shrugged, chuckling. “Maybe it’s some kind of hospitality thing? Who knows.”

Ryan shook his head.

“Whatever it is, I don’t care right now. Just get some rest, Jefferson. We’ve got a long day ahead tomorrow.”

Jefferson nodded, setting down Ryan’s luggage neatly in the corner.

“Got it, boss. Call me if you need anything.” With that, he left for his own room next door.

Once alone, Ryan wasted no time shedding his clothes and stepping into the shower.

The hot water pounded against his tense muscles, and he closed his eyes, letting the fatigue from the long journey wash away.

After about fifteen minutes, he emerged, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

As he walked back into the room, he noticed a steaming meal laid out on the dining table—perfectly grilled steak, roasted vegetables, and a bottle of fine wine.

He sat down and began eating in silence, his mind drifting to thoughts of Serena and Amy.

He hadn’t spoken to them since the café meeting, and the thought of Nathan being around them gnawed at him. He shook his head, focusing on his meal.

Just as he finished, a soft knock came at the door. Ryan frowned.

“Jefferson?” he called out, expecting his assistant to have forgotten something.

There was no response.

Curious, he stood up and strode toward the door, pulling it open.

Standing before him was a strikingly beautiful woman, dressed in a tight black dress that accentuated every curve of her body.

Her long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her lips, painted a deep red, curled into a sultry smile.

Ryan blinked in surprise. “Uh… can I help you?”

The woman stepped closer, her perfume filling the air. “Bonsoir, Mr. Winters,” she purred in a thick French accent, slipping past him into the room without invitation.

“I’ve been sent to keep you… entertained for the night.”

Ryan froze, realization dawned on him.

His mind flashed back to what the assistant had said earlier—something to ease your mind.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, closing the door slowly.

“Look, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I didn’t ask for—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman placed a delicate finger against his lips.

“Shh… no need to explain.” She trailed her hand down his chest, making him tense under her touch.

“Listen, I’m not really—”

Before he could pull away, she pressed her lips against his in a bold, passionate kiss.

Ryan’s eyes widened, but his resistance wavered when her hands moved to untie the towel around his waist, letting it fall to the floor.

He stood there, completely exposed, staring at her in disbelief. The woman smirked, her eyes drinking him in.

“No need to be shy,” she whispered, running her fingers along his jawline.

Ryan let out a shaky breath.

He could feel the stress weighing heavily on him—the business trip, Serena, Amy, and everything in between.

Maybe this was exactly what he needed to take his mind off things.

Without another word, he pulled her closer, his hands sliding down her waist as their lips met again.

As the night stretched on, Ryan let himself forget, just for a moment, the chaos waiting for him back home.

The next morning, Ryan woke up to an empty bed, the scent of the mystery woman still lingering in the air.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair, staring out the window at the rising sun over Paris.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

Jefferson’s voice came through.

“Boss, are you up? The client’s assistant is downstairs waiting for us.”

Ryan sighed, rubbing his temples. “Yeah, I’ll be right out.”

He stood, shaking off the remnants of the night before, and prepared himself for the long day ahead.