My Husband Is An International Idol

Chapter 91: The Prada Campaign in Paris

The hotel entrance remained silent long after Chris’s confession.

Neither the flashing cameras nor the reporters’ excited voices seemed to reach Liliana.

She simply stood there, staring at him.

Her fingers were still wrapped in his hand. Warm. Steady. Real.

Chris had confessed. Not in private. Not behind closed doors. But before reporters, photographers, fans, and the people who mattered most to both of them.

For several long seconds, Liliana couldn’t find her voice. Her heart pounded so loudly she could barely hear anything else.

Chris smiled gently. "You don’t have to answer me now."

Liliana slowly looked up.

"I know this is sudden. I know I’ve made you cry. And I hurt you."

He took a quiet breath.

"So..."

"I’ll wait as long as you need."

His thumb lightly brushed the back of her hand before he slowly let go.

"I just wanted you to know how I truly feel."

Liliana’s lips parted. She wanted to answer. She wanted to tell him that the "someone special" she had protected all this time had always been him.

But the words refused to come out. Everything had happened too quickly.

The confession, the cameras, the crowd and the overwhelming emotions filling her heart.

Chris misunderstood her silence and smiled reassuringly.

"I guess... I’m still competing with the man who’s been in your heart. I hope one day you’ll tell me more about him."

Emily, Aaron, Leo, River, Nathan, Mary, Matthew, and Amanda all froze.

Then every one of them stared at Chris.

Aaron blinked. "...Seriously?"

Leo covered his face with one hand.

River quietly looked toward the ceiling as if searching for patience.

Emily bit her lower lip so hard she nearly laughed.

Nathan whispered, "He’s... still doesn’t get it?"

Mary could only shake her head.

Matthew let out a helpless sigh and Amanda laughed softly under her breath.

Emily finally walked over and lightly slapped Chris’s shoulder.

"You’re unbelievable."

Chris looked confused. "What?"

Emily shook her head. "Nothing."

Aaron leaned close to Leo.

"I always thought he knew."

"So did I."

River nodded once.

"I underestimated how dense he could be."

Chris frowned.

"What are all of you talking about?"

Emily ranted. "Figure it out yourself."

Liliana lowered her head, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.

She couldn’t believe it. Chris had just confessed his love yet he still hadn’t realized, he was the "someone special" she had been talking about all along.

For the first time in days, Liliana laughed softly. The sound surprised everyone.

More importantly, it made Chris smile.

By evening, the internet exploded once again.

Every major entertainment outlet carried the same breaking story.

CHRIS ST. CLAIRE PUBLICLY CONFESSES HIS LOVE FOR LILIANA.

Videos of the confession spread across every social media platform.

Fans replayed the clip millions of times.

Comments flooded in endlessly.

"He finally confessed!"

"This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen."

"He rejected Ruby so respectfully."

"Look at the way he held Liliana’s hand."

"He’s completely in love."

"I hope Liliana feels the same."

Even many of Ruby Grey’s supporters praised the way Chris had handled the situation.

The previous rumors quickly disappeared beneath a wave of new headlines celebrating his honesty.

The tension surrounding Chris and Liliana finally began to ease. At dinner, they still spoke little. But the cold silence had disappeared.

Chris occasionally glanced toward Liliana. Whenever she caught him looking, she quickly lowered her eyes. Her heartbeat raced every single time.

Emily noticed immediately.

A small smile appeared on her face.

"Someone’s blushing."

Liliana nearly dropped her spoon.

"I am not."

Aaron laughed.

"You definitely are."

Even Chris looked at her curiously.

Liliana immediately focused on her meal, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.

Inside her suite, Liliana couldn’t sleep. She had been thinking of ways to tell him her feelings. But every time she came up with an idea, she felt like it wasn’t enough.

The following morning marked another important milestone.

Prada’s Paris campaign.

Unlike the Cartier project, this campaign centered on romance.

The creative director welcomed everyone inside a magnificent Parisian mansion reserved exclusively for the production.

Mood boards filled the room.

Elegant evening gowns.

Luxury suits.

Moonlit gardens.

Historic balconies.

Handwritten love letters.

The concept title appeared across the largest board.

A Love That Finds Its Way Home.

Chris quietly read every page. Liliana did the same.

The director smiled.

"The campaign celebrates two people who slowly realize they’ve always belonged together."

Emily exchanged a knowing glance with Robin.

"What timing."

The director continued explaining.

"There are scenes where you’ll exchange meaningful glances. There will be hand-holding. A slow dance. And moments that convey quiet affection."

"I think the concept is fine." Mary nodded.

Then the director looked at both Chris and Liliana.

"Yes. We’re not looking for exaggerated passion. We want something genuine. Natural. Comfortable. You’re okay with that, right?"

Chris turned toward Liliana. Their eyes met.

Neither of them spoke. But both nodded in agreement.

Something had changed between them. The anger had faded and the distance had shortened.

The director smiled. "Perfect."

The photographer raised his camera. "Then, let’s begin."

Standing beneath the golden Parisian sunlight, Chris gently offered his hand.

This time, Liliana didn’t hesitate. She placed her hand in his. And somehow, without either of them acting, every photograph captured exactly what the director had envisioned.

Love. Longing. Affection.

Not because they were pretending. But because every feeling reflected in the camera had already existed between them for years.

The director felt like they weren’t acting. He had already heard about Chris’s public confession, but after watching the pair together in person, he became certain there was a deeper story hidden beneath the headlines.

Their chemistry was extraordinary. Every glance lingered naturally. Every smile carried warmth. Every subtle movement between them appeared effortless, as though they had shared countless quiet moments that no camera had ever witnessed.

Liliana possessed a graceful beauty that required no elaborate styling. Her emerald-green eyes radiated tranquility, drawing everyone in without trying. Whenever she smiled, the entire atmosphere softened around her.

Chris, on the other hand, carried a calm yet commanding presence. There was something reassuring about the way he instinctively positioned himself beside Liliana, as though protecting her came as naturally as breathing.

Neither Chris nor Liliana noticed the admiration filling the room.

Their attention remained on each other, unaware that every heartbeat, every hesitant smile, and every unspoken emotion had already been immortalized through the photographer’s lens.

What neither of them realized was that this campaign would soon become more than a global luxury advertisement.

It would become the photograph that countless people remembered whenever they spoke about love—the beginning of a story where two hearts, after years of misunderstanding, finally started finding their way back to one another.