The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 90

Olivia

I lay in the darkness, acutely aware of his presence beside me. Despite the enormous bed, I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I shifted, trying to get comfortable.

“Can’t sleep?” his voice came through the darkness.

“Just adjusting,” I replied. “It’s a new bed.”

“And a new husband,” he added, a smile in his voice.

“That too.”

Would it help if I moved to one of the guest rooms?”

The offer surprised me. “No, that’s… It’s fine. We’re adults. We can share a bed.”

Just because we can doesn’t mean we should,” he said. “I meant what I said on the plane. I can be patient.”

rolled onto my side to face him, though I could barely make out his silhouette in the dark. “Why did you really bring me here, Alexander? The whole island to ourselves, this massive bedroom… it feels like you expected more than sleep.”

I hoped,” he admitted. “But I didn’t expect. There’s a difference.”

What exactly did you hope for?”

felt him shift closer, his voice dropping lower. “I hoped you might realize how compatible we could be. In all ways.”

My heart pounded as his hand found mine under the covers. “This is moving very fast.”

‘We’re already married,” he pointed out. “Hard to move faster than that.”

I laughed despite myself. “You know what I mean.”

His thumb traced circles on my palm, sending shivers up my arm. “I do. And I’ll respect whatever pace you set. But I won’t pretend I don’t want you.”

to adjust to all

remarkably well,” he said, squeezing my hand once before releasing it. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow we

whispered, grateful for his

“For what?”

“Not pushing.”

felt rather than saw his smile. “I told you, I can be patient. Especially when the reward is

as I closed my

the sound of

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where I was, the

I remembered: honeymoon. Island.

the sheets cool to the touch. He’d

view. In daylight, the panorama was even more

brushing my teeth, I changed into shorts and a

while reviewing something on his tablet. He looked up

Alexander said, his voice warm

the defined muscles catching

Carter,” he said with a slight smirk, setting his

‘God, yes. Please.”

me a cup from the

cup and sitting in the chair beside him. The coffee

his chair. “I told the chef to

shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course, Alexander Carter would have a

in Paris but specializes in incorporating local ingredients.” Alexander sipped his coffee. Wait until you try his coconut French

appeared at the terrace entrance. “Breakfast

me his

his palm against mine as he led me to a different section of

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