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.”

all this. The wedding, the contract,

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

whispered,

“For what?”

“Not pushing.”

I can be patient. Especially when the

compliment warmed me as I closed my eyes,

woke to sunlight streaming through the massive windows and the sound

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where I was, the unfamiliar surroundings disorienting

I remembered:

find his side of the bed empty, the sheets cool to

at the view. In daylight, the panorama was even more spectacular; endless

and brushing my teeth, I changed into shorts and a t–shirt

main terrace, shirtless in board shorts, drinking coffee while reviewing something on

said, his voice warm and inviting.

not to stare at his chest, the defined muscles catching the morning sunlight.

he said with a slight smirk, setting

‘God, yes. Please.”

a cup from the silver

taking the cup and sitting in the chair beside him.

his chair. “I told the chef to prepare a little of everything. Wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood

surprised. Of course, Alexander Carter would have a chef, even on a

Trained in Paris but specializes in incorporating local ingredients.” Alexander sipped

if on cue, a man in crisp white appeared at the terrace entrance. “Breakfast

me his hand. “Shall

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

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