Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 366

Serena took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain composure as she slid her phone back into her purse.

The conversation with Emma still lingered in her mind, but she couldn’t afford to let it affect this meeting. Not now. Not when the success of this deal depended on her ability to stay composed.

When she turned back, Phillippe Smith was watching her with a knowing smirk, his green eyes filled with amusement.

He leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass, his posture completely at ease.

“Something wrong, ma chérie?” he asked smoothly, tilting his head as he studied her.

Serena exhaled, giving him a tight smile as she took her seat. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Phillippe chuckled, setting his glass down. “Of course. A woman like you is always in control, no?”

She arched her brow. “Always.”

He hummed, clearly entertained. “Good. Then we can continue our evening without distractions.”

Serena picked up her fork, taking a small bite of the seared steak in front of her.

The flavors melted in her mouth, rich and perfectly seasoned, the kind of meal that reminded her why French cuisine was considered one of the best in the world.

“You chose an excellent restaurant,” she admitted.

Phillippe smirked, pleased. “Only the best for my special guests.”

Serena rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her wine. “I’m sure all your business partners get the same treatment.”

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the table. “Perhaps, but you are not just any business partner, Serena. You intrigue me.”

Serena met his gaze, refusing to look away. “You don’t even know me.”

Phillippe chuckled, setting his silverware aside. “That is exactly why you intrigue me.” He took another sip of his wine before setting the glass down with a soft clink.

“Tell me, have you been to Paris before?”

Serena nodded. “A few times, but always for work. I never had time to explore properly.”

Phillippe grinned, his green eyes gleaming under the dim golden light of the balcony. “Then that is a shame we must correct.”

Serena raised an eyebrow. “And how do you plan on doing that?”

He reached into his suit pocket, pulling out a small, elegantly folded itinerary and sliding it across the table.

“I took the liberty of arranging a little something for you while you’re here.”

Serena hesitated before unfolding the paper, her eyes scanning the neatly listed activities.

• Private tour of the Louvre

• Exclusive dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant

• Evening boat ride on the Seine

• Visit to a private vineyard outside the city

• Shopping at the finest boutiques in Paris

Serena blinked, her lips parting slightly. She looked up at Phillippe. “You planned all this?”

He smirked. “Of course. You are my guest, and it would be a crime to let you leave Paris without experiencing its true beauty.”

Serena shook her head, leaning back in her chair. “This is… extravagant.”

Phillippe chuckled. “Extravagance is my specialty, chérie.”

Serena studied him, trying to gauge his intentions. “And what do you get out of this, Phillippe?”

He tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. “The pleasure of your company, of course.”

Serena smirked. “You don’t do things without a motive.”

Phillippe sighed dramatically. “Ah, you wounded me. Can I not simply be a generous host?”

Serena leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “Generous hosts don’t usually flirt with their business partners.”

Phillippe laughed, the sound smooth and rich. “Guilty as charged.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. “But tell me, does it bother you?”

Serena held his gaze, her lips curling slightly. “I’ve dealt with worse.”

Phillippe grinned. “That, I do not doubt.”

The waiter arrived, clearing their plates and refilling their glasses. The air between them remained charged with playful tension, but Serena wasn’t about to let herself get distracted.

“So, tell me more about our partnership,” she said, steering the conversation back to business.

Phillippe exhaled, resting his hands on the table. “Straight to work, I see. Very well.”

He explained his vision for the collaboration between Rocky’s Designs and his luxury hotels. He wanted Serena’s company to provide exclusive interior designs for a new line of high-end resorts, starting in Paris and expanding globally.

It was a massive opportunity—one that could elevate Rocky’s Designs to an entirely new level.

Serena listened intently, asking questions where necessary, making mental notes of key details. She could see the potential, the way this deal could reshape her company’s future.

“And, of course,” Phillippe added with a smirk, “this would require you to visit Paris frequently.”

Serena arched her brow. “Is that part of the deal?”

Phillippe chuckled, brushing invisible lint off his sleeve. “Let’s just say it’s an added bonus.”

Serena sighed, shaking her head in amusement. “You’re impossible.”

“I prefer charming,” Phillippe corrected, lifting his glass in a mock toast.

Serena clinked hers against his. “I suppose that’s debatable.”

He smirked. “Then I shall have to work harder to convince you.”

The dinner stretched on, their conversation flowing between business and playful banter. Serena found herself enjoying it more than she expected.

Phillippe was confident, charismatic, and he knew how to hold a conversation.

By the time the meal was over, the city outside had grown quieter, the streets bathed in golden light from the streetlamps.

The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, casting reflections over the Seine. The night air was crisp but pleasant, carrying the scent of freshly baked bread and faint notes of lavender from the gardens below.

Phillippe stood, adjusting his cufflinks with his usual air of ease. “Shall I walk you back to your suite?”

Serena shook her head. “I think I can manage.”

He smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Ah, but where is the fun in that?”

Serena sighed but allowed him to walk beside her as they exited the restaurant. The hotel halls were quiet, the soft hum of background music filling the air, and for a brief moment, Serena let herself enjoy the peacefulness of it.

When they reached her suite, Phillippe turned to her, his expression unreadable. “I meant what I said, Serena. You should enjoy Paris. Let me show you the city.”

Serena studied him for a moment, trying to decipher the intent behind his words.

Finally, she sighed, giving in. “Fine. But no more flirting.”

Phillippe grinned. “I make no promises.”

Serena rolled her eyes but smirked slightly. “Goodnight, Phillippe.”

He stepped back, bowing dramatically. “Bonne nuit, ma chérie.”

With that, Serena entered her suite, shutting the door behind her.

As she leaned against it, she exhaled deeply, running a hand through her hair.

This trip was already proving to be more eventful than she expected.