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.”

imposition,” Alexander assured her. “I

so it was that my father left the hospital in Alexander Carter’s luxury SUV, chatting comfortably with the billionaire CEO as if they were old friends. Mom sat up front with Alexander while I squeezed into the back with Dad

his hand over the leather seat. “What is

corrected.

cost

I warned, embarrassed

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

other half lives.”

Olivia. Your father is right, it was expensive. But I spend a lot of time in my

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navigated the LA traffic with ease, keeping up a steady conversation with Mom about her

he said, smoothly changing lanes. “Olivia mentioned

favorite. You’ll have to come for dinner once David is

catching

was all part of our arrangement, I reminded myself. Making our relationship seem real. But watching him with my parents, it was becoming harder to

Alexander insisted on helping Dad inside despite his protests

manage.

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

the house

Alexander said, adjusting a pillow behind Dad’s back.

ever be,” Dad sighed, already looking tired

both by surprise. Alexander recovered first,

side table and adjusting the blinds to block the afternoon sun. ‘Can I get you anything, Alexander? Coffee? Something

should be getting back to the office. But