The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 35

Olivia

“We’re… taking things slow,” I said finally. “Getting to know each other.”

“Mm–hmm.” She didn’t sound convinced. “And how’s that going?”

“It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

I sighed, choosing my words carefully. “He’s not exactly the relationship type. And after Ryan…”

“You’re scared,” she finished for me.

“Cautious,” I corrected. “I’m being cautious.”

“Fair enough.” She squeezed my hand. “Just remember what I said, okay? Don’t let him break your heart.”

“I won’t.”

The cab pulled up to Emilia’s apartment building, and she leaned over to hug me.

“Text me when you get home,” she instructed. “And we’re doing brunch this weekend. No excuses.”

“Yes, mom,” I laughed.

“Love you, Liv.”

“Love you too.”

She disappeared into her building, and the cab continued on to my apartment. I leaned my head against the window, watching the city lights blur past. The events of the past week felt surreal, like something from a movie, not a part of my actual life.

The city lights streaked past the cab window, smearing into watercolor lines of neon and streetlamps. I traced one fingertip along the cool glass, watching my reflection flicker between shadows. Had it really been only three weeks since Ryan and Sophia? Since Alexander Carter had swooped into my life like some dark fairy tale prince with a contract instead of a glass slipper?

stopped at my building, and I

miss,” the driver said, counting the

“You too.”

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apartment felt emptier than usual. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my purse on the counter, not bothering to turn on the lights. The glow from the street lamps filtered through my blinds, casting striped shadows across

The hot shower helped clear my head, washing away the smell of club smoke

face when I’d told him, “Not tonight.” Had that been a disappointment in his

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phone jolted me awake. I fumbled in the darkness, hand slapping blindly across my nightstand until

6:08 AM.

stomach dropped. No one calls at six in the morning with good

came

was tight, controlled in that way he gets when he’s trying not to

bolt upright, sleep

around four with chest pains. Mom called an ambulance. They’ve got him stabilized, but…”

on lights,

soon as I can. Is

it together, barely. You know how she

She’d be all business now, asking doctors questions, remembering

my way,”

sweater,

button repeatedly, knowing it wouldn’t make it arrive faster,

night doorman, his lined

the hospital. I need a

one right away.” He

good or bad? The three hundred thousand from Alexander sat in my account, ready to be used. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about

at the door.

you,” I said, rushing past

hope your father will be alright,” he

sliding into the back seat

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