The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Olivia

Ethan arrived around noon, his face flushed and hair slightly disheveled. It was clear he had driven straight from his apartment the moment Nick’s call had come through, barely giving himself a moment to catch his breath.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, dropping his backpack by the waiting room chairs. “Traffic was insane, and my phone died halfway

here.”

I stood up, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters,” I whispered, feeling a slight sense of relief wash over me as I held onto him.

“How is he?” Ethan asked, pulling back to look at me.

“Stable,” Nick answered from his chair. “They’re running tests. Should know more soon.”

Ethan nodded, then seemed to notice my appearance for the first time. “You look like hell, Liv.”

“Thanks,” I said dryly. “That’s exactly what every woman wants to hear.”

“I just meant—”

“I know what you meant,” I interrupted, smiling to soften my words. “I’ve been here since six this morning.”

“Have you eaten anything?” Ethan asked, always the one to worry about practical matters despite being the youngest.

I shook my head. “Not hungry.”

“Well, I am,” Nick announced, standing up and stretching. “Cafeteria run. Who’s in?”

“God, no,” Ethan grimaced. “Hospital food is worse than my dining hall. There’s a deli across the street. I’ll go grab sandwiches.”

“My hero,” I said,-placing a hand over my heart dramatically.

Ethan grinned. “Turkey on wheat for you?”

know me

“Nick? The usual?”

Nick nodded. “Extra pickles.”

promised, heading toward the

should call your boyfriend. Let

to Alexander. “Already did. He’s arranging

eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? That’s…

said, surprising myself with how defensive

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said, studying me. “You really like this guy,

with the question.

“Love usually is.”

saved from responding by a nurse approaching us. “Morgan family? Dr.

must be the cardiologist Alexander

just went to get food. Should we

said, gesturing down the hall. “Your brother can join you there when

round table and several chairs. Mom was already there, looking small and

heard anything?” she

coming to talk to us,” I explained,

salt–and–pepper hair entered. He wore a pristine white coat with “Dr. Marcus Weaver, Chief of Cardiology” embroidered on

“I’m Dr. Weaver. I’ve been reviewing your

Olivia,” Mom said. “Our

nodded at us, then took a seat across the table. “I’ve reviewed your husband’s test results and consulted with his primary physician. The situation is

hand

severe coronary artery disease,” Dr. Weaver continued. “Three of his major

asked, her voice

procedure for this afternoon,” Dr. Weaver replied. “I don’t want to

my heart

at high risk

a paper bag that smelled of fresh bread and deli meat. He

did I miss?” he asked, his

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