The CEO's Contractual Wife

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?”

me so

“Nick? The usual?”

Nick nodded. “Extra pickles.”

promised, heading toward

to me. “You should call your boyfriend. Let him know you might

felt wrong applied to Alexander. “Already did.

eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? That’s… actually really decent

can be decent,” I said, surprising myself with

1/3

me. “You really like this

uncomfortable with

“Love usually is.”

was saved from responding by a nurse approaching us. “Morgan family? Dr. Weaver will be with

and I exchanged glances. This must be

brother just went to get food. Should we

will meet with you in the consultation room,” she said, gesturing down the hall. “Your brother can join you there

and several chairs. Mom was already

she

talk to us,” I explained, sitting beside her and taking

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

shaking my mother’s hand. “I’m Dr. Weaver. I’ve

Olivia,” Mom said. “Our youngest, Ethan, will be here

“I’ve reviewed your husband’s test results

felt Mom’s hand tighten

“Three of

asked, her

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

my

at high risk for

Ethan walked in, carrying a paper bag that smelled of fresh bread and

did I miss?” he asked, his voice