The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Olivia

We ate in companionable silence for a few minutes. The food was exactly what I needed, settling warmly in my stomach and chasing away the hollow feeling that had lingered since the hospital.

“How’s your father doing?” Alexander asked, breaking the silence.

“Stable. The surgery went well, but recovery will take time.” I twirled pasta around my fork. “Thanks again for arranging Dr. Weaver. The nurses said he never takes new patients.”

“He owed me a favor.”

“Must be nice having the world’s best cardiac surgeon in your debt.”

Alexander shrugged. “I donated a new wing to the hospital last year. Makes it easier to call in favors when needed.”

I paused mid–bite. “You donated an entire wing?”

Alexander nodded, seemingly unimpressed with his own generosity. “The pediatric cardiology wing. It needed updating.” He took a sip of water. “I regularly donate to hospitals, medical research, and children’s charities. It’s not just for the tax benefits.”

“That’s… actually really good of you.” I studied him with new eyes, trying to reconcile this philanthropist with the ruthless businessman who’d proposed our contract marriage.

He shrugged, clearly uncomfortable with the praise. “Eat your food before it gets cold.”

I returned to my pasta, sneaking glances at him between bites. There were layers to Alexander Carter I hadn’t expected. The man who demanded a sex clause in our contract was the same one who ensured my father got the best surgeon in the

country.

“Your mind is loud,” Alexander said, breaking the silence.

I looked up, taken aback. “What?”

“I can practically hear you thinking.” He set his fork down and leaned back against my couch, his posture relaxed but his sharp. “Trying to figure me out?”

“Maybe, I admitted. “You’re… not what I expected.”

His lips quirked. “And what did you expect?”

“I don’t know. Some heartless corporate robot who only cares about money and power.”

“And now?”

I think you might actually have

laughed. “High praise

go

on my lips before meeting my gaze again.

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eyes

“I’m getting there.”

took

best for my future

Wife. Not girlfriend or fiancée, but wife. The full weight of our arrangement settled on my shoulders

said, noticing

interesting to

to be

his thumb gently brushing

touch sent a jolt through me.

than I expected,”

“Code for small.”

I mean it. It has character. My place is just… space filled with

teased. “Your penthouse is literally

showpiece,” he corrected. “Designed

For someone who seemingly had everything,

again,” he

trying to figure you

leaned back, his arm stretching across the back

be human under all that money and power.” I set my empty plate on the coffee

he said with mock offense.

me with that

more serious. “The contract is practical. It protects

clause?”

eyes darkened. “Especially

I cleared my throat. “Want some wine? I think

“Sure.”

Alexander’s gaze following me. The domesticity of the moment felt oddly intimate, my fake fiancé lounging on my couch while I fetched

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