The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Olivia

Alexander’s phone rang, interrupting whate

he

about to say next. He glanced at the screen and frowned.

“I need to take this,” he said, already walki

“Ward the door.

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I turned back to the drawer and continued to sort through my underwear. Alexander’s voice drifted from the living room, his tone shifting from casual to commanding in an instant.

After a few minutes, he returned, looking agitated. “I have to go. There’s an emergency meeting with the board that I can’t miss.”

“Now? But we just started packing.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Corporate bullshit waits for no man, not even on his honeymoon comedown.”

“It’s fine,” I said, trying not to sound disappointed. “I can handle this.”

Alexander checked his watch. “I’ll send

“I can call Emilia to help,” I sugg Ome movers tomorrow. Just focus on packing your personal items today.”

“Good idea.” He leaned down and kissed me quickly. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” I teased.

His eyes darkened. “Both. Definitely both.”

After Alexander left, I called Emilia, who arrived forty minutes later with wine and pizza.

With Emilia’s help, we did quick

on my bedroom. She was ruthless, creating a “donate” pile that grew alarmingly large.

we’d packed most of my apartment. I’d decided to send some of my older furniture and books to my parents‘ house rather than try to integrate

offense,” Emilia said, eyeing my IKEA coffee table, “but this would look like trash next to

laughed. “It practically is

text from Alexander saying he

her purse. “Don’t want to be

sex,” protested, my cheeks heating.

you talk about him, I’m pretty sure you two fuck if he so much as brings you coffee.” She hugged me goodbye.

the rnove.”

with a twinge of nostalgia. This had been my first place on my

taping up the

asked,

to the stacks of boxes.

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He nodded approvingly.

was whirling with the reality of my new life. By this time tomorrow,

husband.

arrived, Alfred greeted us at the door

for your arrival,” he said with a slight bow. “Chef has left dinner in the warming drawer if

you, Alfred,” I replied, still

with a nod and

actually. Packing works up an

e looke

the kitchen, Alexander pulled out containers of what looked like

bad for leftovers,” I said, inhaling the

do leftovers.

course he does,” I

about the move made time slip away, an hour

across the granite countertop and took my hand, his fingers warm against

bath,” he said, his thumb tracing gentle circles across my knuckles.

raised an eyebrow. “That’s surprisingly

can be thoughtful,” he said, looking mildly

you want something,” I

eyes darkened. “And what if I do

I was sinking into the most luxurious bathtub I’d ever began

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