The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 120

Olivia

After Victoria’s unexpected visit, Alexander and I continued the tour of the estate. By the time we reached the massive garage housing his collection of luxury vehicles, I was mentally exhausted from trying to memorize the layout of my new home.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered as Alexander flipped on the lights, revealing a gleaming row of cars that would make any collector weep. “This is obscene.”

Alexander grinned, clearly pleased by my reaction. “Which one’s your favorite?”

I walked slowly along the line, passing a Ferrari, two Bentleys, the Aston Martin we’d arrived in, and several other vehicles I couldn’t even name. “I don’t know anything about cars except that these probably cost more than my entire education.”

“True,” he conceded. “But you must have a preference.”

I stopped in front of a sleek silver Porsche. “This one’s pretty.”

“The 911 Turbo S,” Alexander nodded approvingly. “Good choice. Want to drive it sometime?”

I laughed. “I’m afraid I’d crash it and end up owing you for the rest of my life.”

“You’re already stuck with me now,” he pointed out, moving closer. “Might as well enjoy the perks.”

There was something in his tone that made my skin prickle with awareness. I took a stop bar should probably head to my apartment soon. I want to get started on packing.”

eding some distance

Alexander checked his watch. “You’re right. We can come back to the estate later.” He led me toward he Aston Mar “Ready to go sort through your underwear drawer?”

“You’re not touching my underwear drawer,” I informed him as he opened the passenger door for me.

“We’ll see about that,” he replied with a wink, closing the door before I could retort.

The drive to my apartment was mercifully quick.

Alexander spent most of it on the phone, dealing with some work crisis that required his immediate attention. I used the time to gather my thoughts, still processing the whirlwind morning and Victoria’s unexpected appearance.

When we arrived at my building, Alexander ended his call with a brisk “Handle it” to whoever was on the other end.

“Everything okay?” I asked as we rode the elevator to my floor.

“Just the usual corporate fires,” he said dismissively. “Nothing that can’t wait.” He placed his hand on my lower back as we exited the elevator, the casual touch sending a flicker of heat through me.

My apartment felt smaller than ever after the sprawling Carter estate.

Alexander followed me to the bedroom, his presence immediately making the space feel even smaller. He surveyed my cluttered dresser and the clothes spilling out of my laundry basket with amusement.

“Not quite as organized at home as you are at work,” he observed.

“I’ve been busy,” I defended. “You know, getting married and all.”

His eyes narrowed at my tone. “Having second thoughts?”

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I continued the tour of the estate. By the time we reached the massive garage housing his collection of luxury vehicles, I was mentally exhausted from trying to memorize the layout

muttered as Alexander flipped on the lights, revealing a gleaming row of cars that would make any collector weep. “This is

my reaction. “Which one’s

slowly along the line, passing a Ferrari, two Bentleys, the Aston Martin we’d arrived in, and several other vehicles I couldn’t even

conceded. “But you must

front of a sleek silver Porsche. “This one’s

Alexander nodded approvingly. “Good choice. Want

I’d crash it and end up owing you

stuck with me now,” he pointed out, moving closer.

awareness. I took a s should probably head to my apartment soon. I

eding some distance

watch. “You’re right. We can come back to the estate

Aston M

underwear drawer,” I informed him as he opened the passenger door for

about that,” he replied with a wink, closing the door before I could

drive to my apartment was

dealing with some work crisis that required his immediate attention. I used

my building, Alexander ended his call with a brisk “Handle it” to whoever was on

we rode the

floor.

fires,” he said dismissively. “Nothing that can’t wait.” He placed his hand on my lower back as we exited the elevator, the casual touch sending a

ever after

making the space feel even smaller. He surveyed my cluttered dresser and the clothes spilling out

organized at home as you are at work,”

been busy,” I defended. “You

at my

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said quickly, “Just… it’s

will get easier. You’ll settle into

breakfasts, sleeping in the same bed,

just focus on packing,” I suggested, pulling a suitcase from under

up his sleeves, revealing strong forearms. “Point me

sorting through clothes while Alexander folded

you really need all these t–shirts?” he asked, holding up one with a faded band

said firmly, snatching it from him. “That’s vintage.”

has holes in