The CEO's Contractual Wife

Olivia

Under the table, Alexander’s hand slid higher on my thigh, dangerously close to the hemline of my dress. I shot him a warning look, which he answered with an innocent smile that didn’t fool me for a second.

“So, Alexander,” Harold said as dessert was served, “how serious is this relationship? Olivia seems like a fine young woman.”

The table fell silent. Victoria leaned forward slightly, not bothering to hide her interest in Alexander’s answer.

“Very serious, Grandfather, Alexander replied, his hand finding mine on the table. “Olivia is… special.”

The way he said ‘special‘ sent a flutter through my stomach that had nothing to do with nerves.

“Special enough to marry?” Harold pressed, never one to beat around the bush.

“Harold!” Margaret scolded. “Don’t embarrass the poor girl.”

“It’s a fair question,” Harold insisted. “The boy’s thirty–three. High time he settled down.”

“We’re taking things one day at a time,” I said, finding my voice. “But I care deeply for Alexander.”

The words came out sounding sincere because, alarmingly, they were. When had that happened?

“Well, I think you’re lovely,” Margaret said warmly. “It’s about time Alexander found someone with substance.”

Victoria set down her fork with a delicate clink. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Alexander’s track record with relationships isn’t exactly promising.”

“Victoria,” Charles warned.

“What? I’m just being realistic,” Victoria said with a shrug. “Remember Penelope? Natasha? Or Caroline? Or Elise? All ‘special‘ until suddenly they weren’t.”

Alexander’s jaw tightened. “This is different.”

“How?” Victoria challenged. “Because she works for you? That’s a new twist, I’ll grant you.”

“Victoria, that’s enough,” Margaret said firmly.

“I’m just looking out for Olivia,” Victoria insisted with fake concern. “After all, how can she be sure Alexander will stay with her after marriage? His attention span for women is notoriously short.

The table fell into uncomfortable silence. I felt heat rising to my cheeks, partly from embarrassment and partly from anger. Who did Victoria think she was?

to figure out,” Harold said unexpectedly. “The rest of us can

agreed. “Let’s see how it goes.

grip on my hand

and pressed a kiss to my temple. The gesture was so natural and intimate that I forgot we were putting

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Chapter 77

narrowed, but she said

us moved to a sitting

Margaret offered, motioning to

amount, thank you,” I replied, settling onto an

Victoria said, dropping into a chair

work,” I said

and no warmth. “And dating the CEO must

sighed.

to me. Tell me, Olivia, was it love at first sight when you met Alexander? Before

replied honestly.

laughed. “All Carter men are, dear. It’s in their

more than most,” Julia added, surprising

and demanding?” Margaret suggested

focused,” Julia corrected

interjected. “On

in to the temptation to throw it

was sharp. “That would be

my hand. “I

Victoria scoffed. “He’s practically glued to

become you, Victoria,” Margaret

“I’m not jealous. I’m concerned.

Margaret said in a tone that made it clear she didn’t

side. His hand settled on the small of my back, warm

“Everything okay?” he murmured.

replied.

with a small