The CEO's Contractual Wife

I blinked, caught off guard by the offer. “You would do that?”

“Of course,” he replied, as if it were obvious. “It’s a simple matter of making a few phone calls. Consider it done.”

“Thank you,” I said, feeling oddly touched. “That’s… really kind of you.”

“It’s nothing.” His voice softened slightly. “How are you holding up?”

The question, so simple and genuine, made my throat tighten unexpectedly. “I’m okay. Just worried. And, um, there’s something else you should know.”

“What is it?”

“My family saw the photos of us. They know we’re dating now.”

Alexander was quiet for a moment. “I see. And what did you tell them?”

“The cover story we agreed on,” I assured him. “That we dated before I joined Carter Enterprises, kept it professional when I was hired, and recently reconnected.”

“Good. They believed it?”

“I think so,” I said, glancing back toward the waiting area. “They were surprised, obviously, but they didn’t question it too much. They’re more focused on Dad right now.”

“As they should be,” Alexander said. “Do you need anything? I can have my assistant bring you a change of clothes, food, whatever you need.”

Again, his thoughtfulness caught me off guard. “No, I’m fine. But thank you.”

“What about time off? Take whatever you need. I’ll inform HR personally.”

“I might need a few days,” I admitted. “Just until we know more about Dad’s condition.”

“Consider it done.” There was a rustling of papers on his end. “I have meetings all morning, but I can come by the hospital this afternoon if that would help.”

The offer hung between us, loaded with implications. If Alexander showed up at the hospital, it would cement our relationship story in my family’s eyes. It would make this fake relationship feel more real.

“You don’t have to do that,” I said hesitantly.

I don’t have

wait until we know more about Dad’s condition? I’ll text

of your family, Olivia. Don’t worry about work or anything else. I’ve got

“Thank you, Alex.

wait for

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Chapter 37

at my phone, trying to process the conversation. Alexander had been surprisingly supportive,

poked his head around the

my

he asked as we walked back

said. “Just letting him know what’s

raised an eyebrow. “First–name basis with the CEO, huh? It must

a smile. “Let’s focus on Dad,

“But for what it’s worth, I’m

in my stomach. If only he knew

hospital bed with monitors beeping around him. His face brightened

saw me.

my girl,” he said, his voice weaker than I was used

taking his hand carefully around the

weakly. “But they’ve got

smiled, blinking back tears. “Well, you scared us

said, getting

to Dad to cut right to the chase, even

“And yes, we’re seeing

slightly.

“Dad,” I warned.

successful.” He patted my hand. “And if he’s half as smart as you, he knows

the bed. “I told your father we should invite Alexander to Sunday dinner once

Dad healthy first,” I suggested, desperate to change the subject. “Have the doctors said anything more about the

“They’re running tests