The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 39

Olivia

“Well,” Ethan said finally, “I guess lunch can wait.”

I let out a startled laugh, more from nerves than humor. “Only you would joke at a time like this.”

“Someone has to,” he shrugged, but I could see the fear in his eyes.

Mom stood up, straightening her shoulders. “Let’s go see your father. We need to tell him what’s happening.”

Dad took the news with surprising calm. “So I get to be Frankenstein,” he joked weakly. “Do I get cool scars to show off?”

“Only you would be excited about scars,” Mom said, shaking her head.

“Hey, I need something to impress the ladies at bingo night,” he winked.

“Dad!” I exclaimed, but I was smiling despite myself.

A nurse came in to start prepping him for surgery, and we were asked to wait in the family lounge. The hours stretched endlessly. I picked at the sandwich Ethan had brought but couldn’t manage more than a few bites.

Around three o’clock, my phone buzzed with a text from Alexander.

“How’s your father? Surgery is scheduled for 4pm. I’ve arranged everything with Dr. Weaver.”

I stared at the message, a wave of gratitude washing over me. Whatever our arrangement was, whatever his motives, Alexander had gone out of his way to help my family.

“Surgery moved up to 4. We’re waiting now. Thank you for arranging Dr. Weaver. He seems excellent.”

Alexander’s reply came quickly: “He’s the best. I’m in meetings until 5, but I can come by after if you need support.”

I hesitated, my thumbs hovering over the keyboard. Did I want Alexander here? Part of me did if only to have someone else to lean on. However, another part of me worried about the complications of introducing him to my family under these circumstances.

came through: “I’m coming. Text me the room

It wasn’t a question or an offer; it was a statement. Alexander was coming, whether I

floor, east wing family

“See you soon.”

phone away, wondering how to break the news to my

asked,

I nodded. “That was Alex. He’s coming by after his

Mom perked up. “Your Alexander is

I explained, trying to sound nonchalant about it. “He thought it would

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in case we

surprisingly thoughtful,” Ethan commented, raising an

can be thoughtful,” I said, feeling

“It

she knew

been taken into surgery. “Dr. Weaver will update you periodically,” she promised.

games of

waiting room door opened, and Alexander walked

in his tailored suit. Instead, he wore dark jeans and a simple navy sweater that somehow looked more expensive than most people’s formal wear. His hair was

said, his

appearance and lack of makeup. “Alex. You

course I did.” He crossed the room in a few long strides, stopping just short

surgery,” I said. “We’re waiting for

who were watching

his hand to my mother. “I’m Alexander Carter. I’m

stood, smoothing her skirt nervously. “Please, call me Eleanor.

Alexander said smoothly.

their hands in turn. “Nicholas, Ethan. Olivia

blinked, wondering when I’d supposedly