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 all this. The

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

I whispered, grateful for

“For what?”

“Not pushing.”

smile. “I told you, I can be patient. Especially

as I closed my

sunlight streaming through the massive windows and the sound of waves crashing against

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was, the

remembered:

the sheets cool to the touch. He’d been

to the windows and gasped at the view. In daylight, the panorama was even more spectacular;

changed into shorts and a t–shirt from the carefully stocked closet and went in

shirtless in board shorts, drinking coffee while reviewing something on his tablet. He looked up as

voice warm

chest, the defined muscles catching the morning sunlight. “Better than expected. The

he said with a slight smirk, setting his

‘God, yes. Please.”

from the silver carafe

in the chair beside him. The coffee was perfect, rich

ready soon,” Alexander said, leaning back in his chair. “I told the chef to

a chef here?” I shouldn’t have been surprised. Of course, Alexander Carter would have a chef, even on a

fantastic. Trained in Paris but specializes in incorporating local ingredients.” Alexander sipped his coffee. Wait

man in crisp white appeared at the terrace

stood, offering me his hand. “Shall

of his palm against mine as he led me to

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