Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 280

Ryan and Juliette continued their sightseeing adventure through the beautiful streets of Paris.

The city was alive with vibrant energy, tourists snapping pictures, and locals going about their day.

The aroma of freshly baked pastries wafted through the air, blending with the distant melody of street performers playing soft tunes on their violins.

As they strolled down the cobblestone streets, Juliette suddenly turned to Ryan with an excited expression.

“There’s this amazing place just around the corner where they sell the best street food in Paris. You have to try it!”

Ryan smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Street food, huh? I’ve always wanted to try some, but never got the chance.”

Juliette’s eyes lit up.

“Then today’s your lucky day.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him along. “Come on, let’s not waste any more time!”

Jefferson, Ryan’s assistant, exchanged amused glances with the client’s assistant as they followed behind.

Jefferson leaned in and whispered, “He’s acting like he’s known her forever.”

The client’s assistant chuckled.

“Mr. Laurent certainly knows how to make his guests comfortable.”

Meanwhile, Juliette led Ryan to a small bustling food stall with a cheerful vendor flipping crepes on a sizzling pan.

The line was long, but Ryan didn’t seem to mind.

Juliette looked up at him. “Excited?”

Ryan chuckled. “More curious than anything.”

When it was their turn, Juliette spoke to the vendor in fluent French, ordering two crepes with a variety of fillings.

She handed one to Ryan and took a bite of hers.

“Try it,” she encouraged with a playful grin.

Ryan lifted the crepe to his lips and took a cautious bite.

His eyes widened slightly. “Wow. This is actually really good.”

Juliette giggled. “Told you.”

Ryan took another bite, savoring the flavors. “I should’ve done this sooner.”

Juliette smirked.

“Well, better late than never. There’s a lot more to Paris than fancy restaurants and business meetings.”

They found a small bench nearby and sat down to enjoy their food. Ryan observed the crowd, taking in the vibrant atmosphere.

“I have to admit, this is a nice change of pace.”

Juliette nodded.

“Paris has a way of making people slow down and enjoy the little things.”

Jefferson and the client’s assistant stood a few feet away, watching the interaction unfold.

Jefferson whispered, “They look like they’ve known each other forever.”

The client’s assistant shrugged.

“That’s just how Paris works, my friend. It brings people together.”

Once they finished their food, the client’s assistant clapped his hands together.

“Alright, Mr. Winters. Mr. Laurent has instructed us to take you shopping for tonight’s ball. He wants you to be dressed in Parisian style.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Shopping, huh? Sounds serious.”

Juliette grinned. “Oh, it is. Paris fashion is no joke.”

Ryan sighed. “Alright, lead the way.”

They arrived at a high-end boutique with mannequins dressed in elegant suits displayed in the window.

The store’s interior was sleek and modern, with racks of designer clothing lining the walls.

Juliette walked ahead, running her fingers along the fabrics.

“You need something that screams confidence and charm.”

Ryan smirked. “You sure you’re not just looking for an excuse to dress me up?”

Juliette laughed. “Maybe.” She turned to the store assistant.

“Bring out your best suits. Something that fits his stature.”

The assistant nodded and disappeared into the back. Moments later, he returned with a selection of luxurious suits.

Ryan picked up a black tuxedo and examined it. “This looks fine.”

Juliette shook her head. “No, no. You need something with a little more… flair.”

She handed him a deep navy suit with intricate detailing.

“Try this one.”

Ryan sighed but obliged, disappearing into the fitting room. When he stepped out, Juliette’s eyes lit up. “Perfect.”

Ryan looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting the jacket. “Not bad.”

Jefferson grinned. “Looking sharp, boss.”

After selecting a suit for himself, the client’s assistant turned to Juliette.

“Now it’s your turn.”

They headed to a luxury boutique specializing in evening gowns.

Juliette wandered through the racks, picking out a few options while Ryan watched from the side.

She held up a sleek red dress. “What do you think?”

Ryan smirked. “It suits you.”

Juliette chuckled. “Let’s see.”

After disappearing into the fitting room, she emerged moments later, the red gown hugging her figure perfectly.

Ryan raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.

Juliette twirled playfully. “Do you approve?”

Ryan nodded. “Yeah. You’ll definitely turn some heads tonight.”

The client’s assistant smiled. “Mr. Laurent will be pleased.”

After purchasing the outfits, they visited a high-end salon where Juliette got her hair styled in elegant waves and her makeup done to perfection.

Ryan watched from the waiting area, amused by how seriously she took it.

Finally, when everything was done, they returned to the hotel.

The sky had turned dark, and the entire city was lit up beautifully. The ball had already begun.

Ryan quickly changed into his suit while Juliette, already dressed, waited patiently.

Jefferson stood beside Ryan, adjusting his tie.

“You seem… comfortable around her, boss.”

Ryan shrugged. “She’s easy to get along with.”

Jefferson smirked. “Just don’t forget about the women's problem waiting for you back home.”

Ryan rolled his eyes. “I know what I’m doing.”

When they were ready, the client’s assistant led them to the ballroom.

The grand hall was alive with music, laughter, and the soft clinking of glasses.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests.

Juliette leaned in and whispered, “Welcome to the real Paris.”

Ryan looked around, impressed. “I have to admit, it’s something else.”

The tables were adorned with white roses and golden place settings, and the waiters moved gracefully, offering champagne and hors d’oeuvres.

The atmosphere was rich with sophistication and class.

Laurent approached them with a warm smile.

“Mr. Winters, Juliette, you both look stunning tonight.”

Ryan shook his hand. “Thanks. Quite the event you’ve put together.”

Laurent chuckled. “Parisian parties are never dull. Enjoy yourselves. We’ll talk about business later.”

Juliette tugged on Ryan’s arm. “Come on, let’s dance.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Dance?”

She grinned. “You can’t just stand around looking handsome all night.”

Ryan sighed but allowed her to lead him to the dance floor. As they swayed to the music, Juliette looked up at him.

“You’re actually enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

Ryan smirked. “Maybe a little.”

Jefferson watched from a distance, shaking his head.

“I swear, he’s acting like a different man.”

The client’s assistant chuckled. “Paris does that to people.”

As the night went on, Ryan and Juliette laughed, talked, and danced like they had known each other forever.

And for the first time in a long while, Ryan allowed himself to relax.