Page 3 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

Babies?As far as Valerian knew, Jilly was single and childless. But perhaps that was girl code for something else?

Their driver pulled up in a sleek black limo, its engine purring softly as they slid into the cool leather interior.

"Where are we having dinner?" Poppy asked.

"We have reservations inHaru."

Poppy beamed. Anything Japanese was always good, and her mood brightened even more when they arrived at the restaurant. It was their first time to dine here, and she loved how the place was designed to look like Kyoto in spring. Wooden bridges arched over artificial brooks, connecting private themed rooms to the main dining hall. The walls were all digital screens, showing an immersive backdrop of cherry blossom trees, men and women walking around town in theirkimonos,and merchants selling a seasonal selection ofdango, mochi, taiyaki,and other local delicacies.

"There he is," Valerian murmured.

She turned to follow his gaze, and Poppy's eyes widened. She knew they were meeting one of his business partners for dinner tonight, but what she didn't expect at all was for it to be...

Guy de la Rocq?

Even from a distance, there was no mistaking one of Hollywood's most successful and highest paid stars, with his white-blond hair a startling contrast to his deeply tanned skin. Even though over a decade had already passed since he had taken the role of a brooding hero in a musical adaptation ofWuthering Heights,celebrity news programs still loved to describe him as their favoriteblondHeathcliff, a role which had earned Guy an Oscar, a massive fanbase around the globe, and hisfirstbillion, among other things.

Valerian noticed his wife's expression and mistook her surprise for Guy's presence in San Antonio, considering his line of work. "He's been living in Texas for three years. And he has a ranch in Evergreen as well," he explained. "But Ryu's helped him keep things under the radar."

Poppy's confusion cleared as soon as she heard the other billionaire's name. Ryu Harcourt might be everyone's idea of an "ordinary" billionaire, but the reality was the complete opposite.

Guy stood as they approached, extending his hand to Valerian. "Good to see you again."

He wore a simple black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing strong forearms tanned by the Texas sun. No tie, no jacket, a casual elegance that somehow made the other well-dressed men in the restaurant look like they were trying too hard.

"Guy." Valerian's greeting was typically brief as they shook hands.

Poppy did her best to contain her excitement on her friend's behalf as Guy turned his attention to her.

Jilly's super secret Hollywood crush, of all people!

"And you must be Poppy." The other man's smile was a mixture of reserve and charm. "I've heard a lot about you."

Poppy could only smile weakly, with her thoughts already racing.

Could she? Should she? But...how could she not?

Never would she have imagined that her husband would be friends with Guy de la Rocq, and when she overheard the two men talking business and realized that the Hollywood superstar actually owed her husband a favor of sorts...

Poppy almost knocked over her water glass.

This had to be a sign.Right?

Poppy cleared her throat, and when the sound had both men looking her way, she didn't allow herself to have any second thoughts, saying in a rush, "Can I call it now?"

Both billionaires continued to stare at her, their expressions unreadable in the intimate lighting.

"The, um, favor, I mean."

Her husband raised a brow at this but said nothing. Guy, on the other hand, inclined his head in courteous assent. "Of course." His tone was perfectly polite as well, but it somehow made Poppy gulp. This wasnota man to cross, for sure, but...

"I'd like to set you up," Poppy blurted out, "if that's okay?"

"A blind date, you mean?"

"Uh huh." Poppy pretended not to notice the way her husband's blue gaze had narrowed on her. "But I'd actually rather younotsay anything about dates or stuff. Maybe just think of it as meeting a new friend? She doesn't go out much. So she gets scared off easily..."

Valerian waited until dinner was over, and their guest had left, before turning to his wife. He didn't have to say a word. Poppy already knew just by looking at him, and she could only smile sheepishly in return. "So...remember I once told you that Jilly's the founder of a super-duper-secret fan club..."

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