The CEO's Contractual Wife

Olivia

As Dr. Weaver continued listing precautions and warning signs, the door opened, and Alexander walked in, carrying a tray of coffee cups.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, taking in the scene. “I thought everyone could use a caffeine boost.”

“Alexander!” Mom exclaimed, clearly delighted to see him. “How thoughtful.”

He distributed the coffee, then came to stand beside me, his hand resting lightly on my lower back. The casual touch sent warmth spreading through me.

“Mr. Carter,” Dr. Weaver nodded respectfully. “I was just going over discharge instructions with Mr. Morgan.”

“Please, continue,” Alexander said. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Dr. Weaver finished his instructions, handed Mom a folder full of paperwork, and left with a final reminder about the follow–up appointment.

“So, you’re busting out of this joint today,” Alexander said to Dad, his tone light. “Congratulations.”

“About time,” Dad agreed. “No offense to your friend, the doctor, but I’m ready for my own bed.”

“Understandable,” Alexander nodded. “Hospital beds are notoriously uncomfortable.”

A nurse arrived with a wheelchair. “Ready to go home, Mr. Morgan?”

“More than ready,” Dad confirmed, allowing Mom to help him into the chair.

‘I’ll bring the car around,” Nick offered, having arrived earlier to help with the discharge process.

“I can drive you all home,” Alexander suggested. “I brought the SUV today; plenty of room.”

Mom looked uncertain. “That’s very kind, but we wouldn’t want to impose.”

Alexander assured her. “I

with the billionaire CEO as if they were old friends. Mom sat up front with Alexander while I squeezed into the back with

Dad commented, running his hand over the leather seat. “What

Alexander corrected.

have cost

embarrassed

Dad defended himself. “Can’t blame an old man for being

other half lives.”

“It’s fine, Olivia. Your father is right, it was expensive. But I spend a lot of time in my

it a

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took about forty minutes. Alexander navigated the LA traffic with

the cook, Eleanor,” he said, smoothly changing lanes.

she? It’s a family favorite. You’ll have to come for dinner once David is

like that,” Alexander said, catching my eye in the

myself. Making our relationship seem real. But watching him with my parents, it was becoming harder to remember what

we arrived at my childhood home, Alexander insisted on helping Dad inside despite his protests that

manage.

rules,” Alexander said firmly. “No exertion for at least two weeks. That includes walking up your own front steps

help him into the house and settle him in his recliner

adjusting a pillow behind Dad’s back.

already looking tired from the short

both by surprise. Alexander recovered first, nodding politely. “Happy

on the side table and adjusting the blinds to block the afternoon sun.

he declined politely. “I should be getting back