Chapter 82

(Emily’s POV).

“I’m enjoying my time while you’re in meetings, Mike,” I said with a playful smile, twirling my fork in my hand as I sat across from him at a cozy little restaurant in the heart of Paris.

It was one of those places you wouldn’t find unless you were a local or someone who knew their way around the hidden gems of the city.

The candlelight flickered between us, casting a soft glow on his face, making him look even more handsome than usual.

Mike raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a teasing smile.

“Does that mean you like it when I’m not around?” he asked, fishing for a reaction while teasing me in that charming way he always did.

I leaned in, gently placing my hand on his cheek, feeling the slight stubble beneath my fingertips.

“It’s not like that,” I replied softly, shaking my head with a smile of my own. “I mean, I really enjoyed today. I wasn’t bored. Because if you’re in meetings, and I’m just stuck in the hotel, especially in Paris, I’d feel confused and rest